Speaker 1: Hello, my love lies.
Speaker 2: I'm Roxy Callahan and you're listening to my Erotic Whispers,
the podcast where I celebrate women's desire, sexual empowerment, and
the freedom to enjoy all the pleasures of sex. I
cover a wide range of sexual connections on my podcast,
from friends that become lovers to women embracing desire and
giving into that casual fuck they want in need. This
week's episode is the latest in my swipe right series
where Em does exactly that, takes charge of her own
sexuality and pleasure and just goes out and embraces wherever
her desire takes her. Longtime listeners will know that her
best friend Candy has been along for the ride, getting
increasingly intrigued at EM's joy in her sexual discovery. This week,
she does the same. Em is once again voiced by
the amazing Annie b while Candy is voiced by the
wonderful Bethany.
Speaker 1: Thank you, ladies.
Speaker 2: Finally, please note that this podcast is intended for adult listeners.
Speaker 1: The cork slid out of the bottle with a soft,
satisfying thump. Another Friday, another bottle of Merlau on Candy's
glass coffee table. The scene was so comfortable, so deeply familiar,
the plush gray couch, the scent of her lavender air freshener,
the city lights twinkling through her balcony window, that my
story is felt just as comfortable, even when describing some
guy fucking me in the ass or coming on my face.
Candy poured two generous glasses, Her movements calm, but I
saw the look in her eyes as she handed one
to me. The usual apprehension over what wild story I
was going to tell her next was gone, replaced by
a keen, almost hungry curiosity. She settled into the corner
of the couch, curling her legs under her, and took
a deliberate sip.
Speaker 3: Okay, don't spare me any details this time. I'm not
going to cover my ears and ask you to skip
any parts. Just tell me.
Speaker 1: She paused, her eyes walked on mine.
Speaker 3: What was it like the Gang Bang?
Speaker 1: I couldn't stop the wicked smile that formed. I adored
the gang Bang, but in this room I also relished
this new dynamic with Candy, the way she now leaned
into my stories instead of away from them. I took
a long sip of wine, letting the dark fruit flavor
coat my tongue. As I gathered my memories. It was
chaos candy, but the best kind, like being the center
of a storm, all that heat and muscle and sweat.
The sound was the first thing it hit me, Just
the grunting and heavy breathing from every direction, the wet
slap of skin, guys muttering about who was next. She
didn't flinch, She just nodded, her knuckles white around her
wine glass.
Speaker 3: Were they all on you at once?
Speaker 1: At one point? Yeah? That was the goal, right, I
leaned forward, my own voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
Imagine this, I'm on my back and there's this guy's
thick cock just filling my pussy, pounding into me. At
the same time, I've got another one in my mouth
so deep i can feel my lips brushing against his pubes.
And this third guy, he's kneeling over me and he's
just fucking my tits, slapping his cock back and forth
between them, while his hands are gripping my head to
hold me still for the guy in my mouth. I paused,
watching her. Her lips were parted, her breathing shallow. She
adjusted her legs and I could just tell how turned
on she was. This wasn't the goal of my sharing
my stories. I was just so excited about them that
I had to share. But seeing her turned on by
what I experienced was its own thrill. But that wasn't
even the most intense part. I was unable to stop myself.
I was in the shower when one of the guys
picked me up and started fucking me while I wrapped
my legs around his waist. And then this other guy
walked up and basically forced his cock in my ass.
So I'm getting lifted up and down on two cocks.
Speaker 3: Fuck.
Speaker 1: Kenny didn't say anything else. Oh, it gets even better.
Speaker 3: How can it get better than that?
Speaker 1: Candy laughed. Later. I was striving a guy and fucking
him on a weight bench or something, and the other
guy starts fucking me in the ass, and then this
third guy shoves his cock in my mouth. I saw
a shiver run through her.
Speaker 3: You had three cocks in you at the same time.
Speaker 1: At the same time, honestly feeling two cocks inside me,
stretching me, filling me from both holes. I was kind
of grinding on one, so it was amazing how I
could fuck the cock in my pussy while the other
guy fucked my ass with no control whatsoever. I took
a deep breath and the cock in my mouth, Candy.
It was so much sensation I thought my brain was
going to short circuit. I came so hard my legs
gave out. I finished, taking a deep, long drink of
wine and then leaning back, a triumphant heat flushing my skin.
I waited for the usual oh my god, am or
a nervous laugh. Instead, Candy was silent for a long moment,
staring down into the dark red vortex of her wine.
When she finally looked up, her eyes were glistening and
her face held an expression I had never seen before,
a raw, aching desire.
Speaker 3: I'm jealous.
Speaker 1: Her voice was thick with emotion. The word hit me
like a physical blow. I froze my glass halfway to
my lips. I'd seen her intrigued, horrified, and even vicariously excited,
but jealous, like really jealous. That was different. That wasn't
a passive emotion, a subtle desire for something better but
not extreme, not something you act on. What I heard
sounded like a confession jealous. I finally managed to say
that the word feeling foreign and absurd in my mouth, Candy.
There were six guys. It was messy and exhausting and
a lot. I was trying to downplay it, to give
her an out, but the look on her face told
me she wasn't backing down.
Speaker 3: I know.
Speaker 1: She placed her wineglass on the table with a definitive click.
Speaker 3: And I'm jealous of all of it, the mess, the exhaustion,
the a lot, because it was on your terms.
Speaker 1: M She took a deep breath and the next words
came out in a rush, as if a damn had
finally broken.
Speaker 3: I broke up a Julian.
Speaker 1: This time, my shock was total. I just stared at her.
What when?
Speaker 3: Why didn't you call me last night?
Speaker 1: She waved a hand dismissively.
Speaker 3: It was quiet, no big fight. He was in the
middle of some stupid video game raid, and I just
realized I was completely alone and I would always be
alone with him.
Speaker 1: She looked at me, her eyes clear and intense.
Speaker 3: Watching you now, em I get it. I used to
think you were being reckless, crazy even, but you're not.
You're being free. I guess empowerment can take a lot
of forms, but I fucking love your approach. You just
take what you want.
Speaker 1: I didn't know what to say. I reached out and
squeezed her hand. Candy, I'm so sorry about you and Julian,
but I'm glad you are. Don't be sorry, she cut
me off, a strange, excited energy buzzing around her. I'm
not sorry, and for the first time I saw flicker
of the old hesitant Candy.
Speaker 3: So I was thinking about all the things you've done.
Speaker 1: Okay, A not of anticipation tightened in my stomach. Was
she going to follow in my footsteps? I wasn't sure
it would be right for her, but she seems so
intense right now.
Speaker 3: You had that threesome with the two guys.
Speaker 1: Right yeah, My mind was racing to where this could
possibly be going.
Speaker 3: So what about the other way around with two women
and one really, really lucky guy.
Speaker 1: The unspoken part of her question hung in the air
between us. It's thick and heavy, a threesome with her
my best friend. Before I could even process it, she
leaned in closer, her voice dropping, but the words were
painted with a shocking, vivid confidence I'd never heard from
her before.
Speaker 3: I can't stop picturing it. The guys just on his back,
completely overwhelmed, and were both on top of him. You
could be straddling him, riding his cock, just glinding down
on him, and I could be on his chest, my
back to you, riding his face. Can you imagine it em,
both of us just using his body, our asses, moving
in rhythm, completely in control.
Speaker 1: I was speechless. The raw, explicit detail coming from Kenny's
lips was more stunning than any story I had ever
told her. The image she pained was searingly hot, but
it was tangled up with a decade of friendship, with
late night phone calls and breakup tears and a million
inside chokes. It was too much, too fast. I pulled
my hand back and took a long swallow of wine,
needing the burn in my throat to clear my head. Candy,
that's a lot to process, you and me. I know.
Her excitement finally was tempered by a bit of vulnerability.
Speaker 3: I told you I was by and you think I
want this to be about us, but it's not. It's
just a way for me to move in your direction
with you guiding me. Jesus, I don't know how to
say it, or if you would even understand, but can't
just think about it, please?
Speaker 1: I looked at my best friend, at the desperate, hopeful
fire in her eyes, and I knew this wasn't just
about sex. This was about her own declaration of independence. Okay,
my mind was a complete whirlwind. I'll think about it.
I barely remembered the drive home from Candies. My mind
was a storm of shock and a strange, uncoiling heat.
I walked through the door and pased my living room
with a glass of water, trying to cool down the
fire she had started in me. All that explicit talk
from Candy, my best friend, Candy, the same woman who
just a few weeks ago could barely handle me saying
the word cock in a restaurant. Now she was pinging
pictures of a sharing one, her voice thick with a
desire that felt more real than anything I'd heard from
her in years. Was this a mistake? Was she just
rebounding from Julian, grabbing onto the wildest things she could
think of? And what about her being bisexual? She denied it?
But was this some complicated play for me? The thought
sent a confusing tremor through me, not of rejection, but
a deep seated fear of ruining the one truly stable
friendship I had. But then, as I stood staring at
my window at the glittering city, her words echoed in
my head, riding his face while I wrote his cock.
The power in that phrase, the imaged conjured it pushed
past all my logical objections. A slow, heavy pulse started
between my legs as I pictured it. Fuck it. I
walked in my bedroom, the decision already half made in
my body, if not my brain. I took my pants
off and lay down on my bed, the cool sheets
a stark contrast to the heat building under my skin.
I close my eyes and let the fantasy in my
hands slipped out my stomach, my fingers tracing the line
of my panties before slipping underneath the lace. I was
already wet, soaking. The scene Candy described bloomed in my mind,
vivid and immediate. A man's body is beneath me, anonymous
and muscular. I feel the glorious stretch as he feels
my pussy. My hip's already rocking in a slow, steady rhythm.
I look up, and there she is, Candy. Her back
is to me, her hands braced on the mattress on
either side of the man's head, as she grinds her
pussy against his mouth. My fingers found my clit, circling
the hard nub. Through the slickness of my arousal, I imagine
the muffled, wet sounds of the man tongue working on her,
her soft moans harmonizing with the sound of my own
hips meeting his. Then she shifts her weight, pushing up
on her knees, and I see them. Her tits are
swaying with the motion of her body. Candy always had big,
gorgeous tits. For years I was jealous how men would
stare at them. My breath catches in my throat as
I watch them bounce. I see a sheen of sweat
glistening on her skin. The sight of my friend, so
completely uninhibited, so powerful in her pleasure, is incredibly erotic.
It's not about wanting her, It's about the raw, undeniable
power of us together taking exactly what we want. My
own hips picked up the pace, my fingers flying faster,
chasing the feeling, The fantasy narrowed to a single perfect loop.
My pussy cunching around a hard cock, grinding on it.
The sight of Candy's tits bouncing, the feeling of shared
femine in dominance. My whole body tensed, my back arching
off the bed as the wave crested. Oh fuck. I
gasped into the empty room, my body convulsing as the
orgasm ripped through me, sharp and overwhelming. I collapsed back
onto the pillows, my lungs burning, my thighs trembling from
the release. In the quiet, pulsing afterglow, every single one
of my doubts had been incinerated. There was only a calm,
thrilling certainty left in their place. I let out a
shaky breath, a slow smile spreading across my face. We
are so doing this. I didn't even wait for the
tingling in my legs to stop. I grabbed my phone
from the nightstand and pulled up my text thread with Candy.
My thumb hovered over the keyboard for a second before
I typed out a single, definitive message. I thought about it.
I'm in the three tots of beard. Almost instantly, I
could practically feel her frantic energy through the screen. Holy shit,
are you serious? Dead serious? But this is your fantasy.
I'll do the app thing, but you get final say
on the guy. Fuck yes, Emma, her excitement was a
palpable jolt, erasing any lingering trace, a doubt in my
mind this was happening. I spent the next hour working
on the profile for the picture. I found a selfie
Candy and I had taken at a club last month.
We were both laughing, flushed from dancing, wearing low cut dresses.
My body was tight and Kenny's tits looked magnificent. I
cropped it from the nose down, so it was just
our smiles, cleavage, and bodies pressed together. It was anonymous,
but promised everything. The bio had to be perfect again,
a filter for idiots and a beacon for the right
kind of man. By now, I pretty much knew that
was a lost cause. But it was the goal, you know.
I started typing, We're two best friends looking for a
man to be our shared toy for one night. Your
only job is to lie back, stay hard, and let
us use you. Of course, you get bonus points for
using your tongue and creative use of other body parts,
but just remember this is about us. If you can't
handle being thoroughly completely used by two women, swipe right.
I hit save, and just as I expected, the floodgates opened,
it was a deluge of right swipes and messages, a
digital title wave of male horniness. Calling the herd was,
as always an exercise in patience. The first was a
man named Mirph.
Speaker 4: Yo, so, who gets to ride my cock and who
gets to ride my face? I think I should get
to choose.
Speaker 1: You don't get to choose anything, Merph. A really hot
and presumably sweet guy named Kevin was next.
Speaker 4: Hey, your profile sounds intense.
Speaker 2: I'm really respectful and would love to treat you both
like queenans.
Speaker 4: We could get dinner first.
Speaker 1: We're more about the fucking Kevin.
Speaker 3: Oh yeah, I get that, But wouldn't it be good
to kind of connect and get to know each other first?
Speaker 1: A woman riding your cock isn't connecting Kevin. I didn't
wait for a reply and just blocked him. There were
dozens of unsolicited dick pics, guys who were clearly lying
about their age, and men who immediately started trying to
negotiate terms. But hidden in the mountain of bullshit there
were a few gems, guys who understood the assignment. Their
messages were simple, I've read your profile and I'm extremely interested,
or the idea of being your toy is incredibly hot.
I'm yours to command. By the end of the night,
I had it down to three. Candidate number one a
rugged bearded guy with a firefighter vibe. Candidate number two
a younger, ripped fitness trainer type with tattoos. Candidate number
three some all American type named Taylor. He looked about
thirty with class said, clean cut, good looks, kind eyes,
and a body that was muscular, but not ridiculously so.
He looked like the handsome doctor on a TV drama.
I screenshotted their main profile pictures and sent all three
to Candy in a single message, So who's face do
you want to ride? Lol? I put my phone down
and waited, my heart thumping with a nervous, thrilling rhythm.
This was the first time I wasn't choosing the guy.
A minute later, my screen lit up. It was a
message from Candy. She had sent back the photo of Taylor,
the handsome one. Below it were two simple words, swipe bright.
Taylor was already at the bar when we arrived, exactly
as advertised. Classic, clean cut, handsome with a jawline that
looked like it had been carved from granite and a
smile that probably closed million dollar deals. He was nursing
a whiskey, looking perfectly at ease, but I saw the
way his eyes widen when he saw us approach. He
stood his smiuse, shifting from confident to something closer to
awe He hit the dating app jackpot and he knew it.
Speaker 4: Emma, and you must be Candy in the flesh.
Speaker 1: I was proud of the steady, playful tone she managed.
I could feel the nervous energy radiating off her, but
to him, she just looked cute and flushed her simple
black dress, doing incredible things for her already impressive tits.
We slid onto the bar stools on either side of him.
The small talk was easy, kind of generic. He was charming,
asking about our day, making a joke about the bartender.
I let him lead, watching as he split his attention
between us, clearly trying to process his unbelievable look. I
glanced at Candy. She was doing a great job, laughing
at the right moments, but I saw her knee bouncing
under the bar, a telltale sign of the wild anticipation
coursing through her. After the drinks arrived, I waited for
a lull in the car conversation. I took a sip
of my bourbon, letting the burns settle in my chest,
and then leaned across the bar toward Taylor, making sure
I had his undivided attention. So, Taylor, you seem like
a nice guy, But just to be clear, tonight isn't
about you. His charming smile didn't falter. In fact, he
looked intrigued.
Speaker 4: I don't know there's one of me and two of you.
Speaker 1: No. My eyes flicked over to Candy, who had frozen
with her glass halfway to her lips. Tonight is about her,
It's her fantasy, he nodded, seemingly unconcerned. I liked his confidence.
Not that you won't have fun, who fuck you will
definitely have fun. But let's just make sure that this
hot thing to your right has the time of her life.
Can you handle that? The smile that filled his face
lit up the room. He glanced at Candy, who was
now biting her lip. Her cheek, said deep Crimson. Then
his gaze snapped back to me. He gently placed a
hand on my thigh, and from the look on Candy's face,
he did the same to her.
Speaker 4: If Candy isn't moaning loud enough to generate a noise complaint.
I'll have miserably failed you both.
Speaker 1: Why, Taylor, you are such a gentleman. I grabbed his
hand and slid it up between my legs. Are you
ready to have some fun? His fingers started the stroke
by pussy through my clothing. If I was all in
for that, I'll take that as a yes. I trained
the rest of my bourbon in one go and slid
off the stool. I grabbed the room key for my purse.
Room six, one two, Let's go. The small talk was
officially over. The foreplay had just begun. The click of
the hotel room door shutting behind us seemed to echo
in the sudden silence of the room. The air was
thick with unspoken energy. Taylor stood by the door, his
eyes fixed on me. For all his conf evidence, he
suddenly seemed unsure. Candy was hovering near the window, looking
out at the city lights. Her posture rigid with a
nervous thrill. She was quiet overwhelmed. I clearly had to
take charge. Candy stand in the middle of the room.
She turned her eyes wide, but she did as she
was told. I turned to Taylor undress her He moved
toward her like a man in a dream. His fingers
found the zipper on the back of her dress and
pulled it down slowly. The soft buzz of the zipper
was the only sound in the room. The dress pulled
at her feet, leaving her in a simple black bron panties. Good,
Now the bra and when her tits are bear I
want you to spend a lot of time linking and
sucking her nipples. Understand, He nodded, His case locked on
Candy's chest. As he reached behind her, the bra came loose,
and her large breast spelled free. Candy let out a
shaky wth. His tailor leaned down and took a nipple
into his mouth. As he sucked one nipple, his other
hand fondled the other one. I watched her hands fist
at her sides, her head falling back as he worked
her over. Just as I'd commanded, Now the pennies. He
dropped to his knees, hooked his thumbs into the waistband,
and slid them down her legs. She was completely naked,
flushed and breathing heavily. You sure as hell better bury
your tongue in her pussy before those pannies even hit
the floor. A sharp gasp escaped Kenny's lips as he obeyed,
instantly parting her pussy lips and pressing his mouth against her.
Her hips gave an involuntary jerk forward.
Speaker 3: Fuck, that feels so good.
Speaker 1: I let her squirm under his tongue for another moment.
All right, Candy, your turn. She looked over at me,
Her eyes gleazed with a rousal. A new predatory confidence
was blooming on her face. I pointed at tailor, get
him naked. He stood up, and I couldn't help but
feel the heat start in my pussy. A completely naked
woman standing opposite a clothed man. It was just an
intensely hot scene. Candy started with his shirt, unbuttoning it
slowly at first, then with more urgency. You better run
your tongue from his lips all the way down to
his crotch. She glanced at me and flashed me a smile.
She ended up pushing him onto the edge of the
bed and did just that, leaving a wet trail down
the center of his body, stopping at the top of
his pants. He groaned, his hands gripping the comforter. Now
rip those pants and shorts off and get that cock
in your mouth. She removed his pants, and with a
fierce grin, she hooked her fingers in his boxers and
yanked them down. His thick, hard cock sprang free, and
without a moment's hesitation, she took him into her mouth.
She ran her tongue up and down its length, and
then broke to him as she licked his balls. I
watched fascinated. Holy shit, look at her go. She ran
her tongue around the head of his cock while she
stared into his eyes. She wasn't just following orders anymore,
she was reveling in them. When they were both naked
and glistening, Kenny pulled away from his cock and stood up.
She looked at me, a wicked smile playing on her lips,
a smile I had never seen before.
Speaker 3: Time for both of us to undress you.
Speaker 1: My brain stalled, wait, both of them Suddenly the script
had been flipped, Candy undressing me. For a second, I
felt a flash of panic. Then I remembered my own mantra,
I'm the adventurous one after all. Fuck it. Cami walked
over and began unbuttoning my blouse. While Taylor knelt to
slide my jeans off. Her fingers brushed my skin, and
it was a strange electric feeling. When she reached my
bro I closed my eyes, giving in completely as she
unhooked it and it fell to the floor. She didn't
pull away. Instead, she ran the palms of her hand
slowly over my bare tits. It wasn't like a man's touch.
It was soft, knowing, and it felt surprisingly good. She
stepped back, and I heard the smile in her voice
as she echoed my own command back to Taylor.
Speaker 3: Your tongue better be in her pussy before her panties
hit the floor.
Speaker 1: The command hung in the air, a perfect filthy promise.
As Taylor slid my panties down, he followed her command
and pressed his tongue forward. He did this long lick
thing from bottom to top, pausing on the hood of
my clit. It felt so good, But just as I
was getting into it, Candy took my hand and led
me toward the massive, king sized bed. All three of
us just collapsed onto it. Taylor's mouth was anx just
from my pussy, his breath hot against my skin. But
before he could touch me, I held up a hand. Wait,
this night was for Candy. Her pleasure came first. I
pointed to the space beside me on the bed. Her
now understanding dawned on his face. He climbed over and
positioned himself between Candy's eagerly parted thighs. As he lowered
his head, I shuffled on my knees to the foot
of the bed. Right behind him. I grabbed his hard,
glistening cock, and without a moment's hesitation, took it deep
into my mouth. The moment I swallowed him down, I
heard it a low, guttural moan from the head of
the bed. It was Candy, her voice completely uninhibited. The
sound shot straight at my pussy, a jolt of pure
erotic energy. I started to suck his cock and rhythm
with her moans, a feedback loop of pleasure. The more
she cried out, the harder I worked him, my head bobbing,
my lips, and tongue running up and down his shaft.
I looked up and saw the incredible sight my best
friend on her back, her legs rapped around Taylor's head,
her hips bucking as his tongue worked magic on her.
She was completely lost in the feeling, and it was
an incredible turn on. After a few minutes, I pulled
off his cock. Time to trade places. My pussy was throbbing.
I tugged him up the bed by his shoulders go
down on me. I pointed between my own legs. I
remembered his long licks and heard Candy's moans. Taylor was
fucking great at eating pussy. He scrambled into position and
buried his face between my own thighs. His tongue was expert,
teasing my lips and then fucking it with his tongue
before finding my clip. A wave of intense pleasure washed
over me, and I fell back against the pillows as
he licked and sucked and licked. I glanced over to
check on Candy, expecting to see her head bobbing up
and down in his cock, and not much more. Boy,
was I wrong. She devoured Taylor's cock, teasing his head,
licking and sucking his balls while she stroked, and every
so often she just pressed her head down and took
his entire length into her throat with an ease that
shocked me, her throat muscles working her tongue, darting and
swirling like a master. She would alternate licking and deep
throating tailor like a blue job pro. I was so
stunned and rass I couldn't help but call out over
the sounds of our pleasure. Holy shit, Candy, Yeah, like
a blowjob queen, I laughed. She pulled his cock out
of her mouth with a wet pop. A string of
saliva connected her lips to the head. She looked over
at me, her eyes blazing, a triumphant, smug smile on
her face.
Speaker 3: There's a lot about me you don't know.
Speaker 1: Before I could even respond, Candy was in motion, a
woman possessed by a newfound power. She grabbed Taylor gently
but firmly, pushed him onto his back. Life still, she commanded,
her voice, leaving no room for argument. He obeyed, looking
up at us with wide, eager eyes, her own eyes
blazing with a fire that mirrored my own.
Speaker 3: So em cock or mouth cock.
Speaker 1: Without another word, she straddled Taylor's chest, but instead of
facing him, she turned and lowered herself onto his face,
her back to his head, her pussy hovering over his mouth.
She was facing me. It's the exact fantasy that had
made me come so hard on my own bed. Only
now I would have a full view of Candy's face
and tits. I swung my leg over Taylor's hips, sinking
down onto his thick, waiting cock. We were face to face,
a perfect, filthy mirror image of pleasure. We started to
ride him in unison. The feeling of being so completely
full while watching my best friend in her own ecstasy
was overwhelming. Candy was riding his face hard, her hips grinding,
her head thrown back, and her huge tits swayed and
bounced with a freedom that was intoxicating. I couldn't resist.
She really did have gorgeous tits. I reached out, taking
the weight of a breast in each hand, my thumb
stroking her hard nipples. Her eyes shot open and locked
with mine. A slow smile spread across her face. She
let go of the headboard and reached forward, returning the gesture,
her hands crusting my own tits with a soft, deliberate touch.
Leaning forward, moved by an impulse I didn't fully understand,
I met her lips. The kiss wasn't a firework of passion.
It was a soft, wet seal on a shared victory.
It was intimate, but not romantic or even passionate. It
wasn't even really that hot, to be honest, for me,
it was a pleasant detour. For Candy, it was the
final push over the edge. A deep moan escaped her lips,
and her hips began to move faster, more frantically. Oh
godamn yes, ride his face and come hard, rid his
fucking face. My words shattered her control. Her pack arched,
and a raw scream tore from her throat as her
orgasm seized her. The sound of her so completely consumed
by pleasure sent Taylor over the edge. He let out
a deep moan, his hands clamping down on my hips
as his cock swelled and pulsed deep inside me. I
felt the jet of has come flood my pussy, the
sensation intense and hot. Candy was still trembling, her fists
clenched in the sheets. I was on the absolute brink,
so close it was agony. As I felt Taylor's com
begin to drip out of me, I reached down my figures,
finding my clit in all the wetness. The sight of
my friend, spent and satisfied, the feeling of our toys
release still pulsing inside me. It was all I needed.
One stroke, and my orgasm detonated a blinding white light
that consumed everything. Eating trust was a surreal, quiet affair.
Taylor was sweet, clearly dazed and trying to process what
had just happened. Candy was kind of just taking it
all in as she got tressed. I just got tressed
and enjoyed the ambiance. As Canty and I were about
to head out the door, Taylor cleared his throat.
Speaker 4: So can we do this again sometime?
Speaker 1: He had this hopeful look on his handsome face. I
gave him a soft, apologetic smile. You were amazing, Taylor, truly,
but this was a one time only thing. As we
walked down the hallway, Kenny grabbed my arm.
Speaker 3: We should talk downstairs at the bar.
Speaker 1: Sitting across from her in a plush booth, I saw
a woman i'd barely recognized. The nervous energy was gone,
replaced by a radiant, almost startling self assurance. She took
a long sip of her celebratory cocktail, her eyes sparkling.
Speaker 3: I've never been like that in my life. I fucking
loved it. That's the me I want to be.
Speaker 1: I smiled, a genuine, deep happiness for her welling up
inside me. Candy, that's the you you always were. You
just had to let that candy out of her cage.
Her answering smile wasn't appreciative, it was predatory.
Speaker 3: Oh, this animal's definitely out of her cage now.
Speaker 1: Her eyes scanned the bar, then landed on an attractive
woman sitting alone, nursing in a glass of wine.
Speaker 3: But I don't think I'm going to do the app
thing or swipe right.
Speaker 1: She looked at me. The look in her eyes was intense.
Speaker 3: I'm just going to walk up and ask.
Speaker 1: Before I could respond, she stood up and nodded toward
the woman.
Speaker 3: Do you think she'll mind an already messy hotel bed?
Speaker 1: And with that she walked away. I watched, mesmerized as
Candy approached the woman and said something I couldn't hear.
The woman looked shocked at first, then her eyes did
a slow, deliberate sweep of Candy's body from head to toe.
A small, intrigued smile touched her lips. She stood, and
without a backward glance, the two of them walked right
past my booth, heading for the lobby and the elevators.
I chuckled to myself, shaking my head in amazement. Damn, Candy,
you're sure going to be sore tomorrow. I finished my
drink and left the bar, a profound sense of change
settling over me. My project had been about my own liberation,
but tonight it had become about Candies. And seeing her
so completely transformed, so unapologetically herself, made me wonder what
was next for me. I really did enjoy the intimacy
of us both being naked together, even if the passion
wasn't there. Maybe it was time to find someone to
spend more time with, only to experiment with doing different things.
I put through the hotel's revolving door and stepped out
into the cool night air, a new thought taking shape
in my mind. A movie date. Our dinner date sounded nice,
exciting even. Oh and don't get me wrong, we'll definitely
fuck after, of course, I smiled. And if it's the
right guy, maybe we'll fuck the next morning, and perhaps
we can turn it into a thing, a regular fuck
thing that's not a relationship, is it.
Speaker 2: Thanks so much for listening to my podcast. I'm Roxy
Callahan and my Erotic Whispers are brought to you by
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