Pretty Things
Copyright© 2026 by Deckhard
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Katy is nineteen, high-maintenance, and knows exactly what she wants: a wealthy couple to spoil her rotten. Jon and Sara are fifty-four, refined, and looking for someone exactly like her. What starts with a Cartier watch ends somewhere none of them expected.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Spanking Group Sex Masturbation
Katy lay in the aftermath, her body humming with the echoes of what they’d done to her. The silk beneath her was damp. Her thighs were still trembling. Sara was curled against her side, tracing lazy patterns on her stomach with one fingertip. Jon sat at the edge of the bed, watching them.
Katy turned her head and looked at Sara. Really looked at her. Her blonde hair was mussed and falling across the pillow. Her blue eyes were soft. Her breasts were rising and falling with each breath. Her stomach was flat. Her thighs were toned. The neat patch of dark blonde hair between her legs was glistening with a mist of sweat.
Something shifted in Katy. The haze of her own orgasm was fading, and in its place was a new hunger. She’d been the recipient all night. She wanted to give. She wanted to make Sara come.
“You’re staring,” Sara said, a lazy smile on her lips.
“I know,” Katy said.
Sara’s smile deepened. “See something you want?”
Katy nodded. “Yeah.”
Jon raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. He shifted to give them room.
Katy rolled onto her side and pressed her lips to Sara’s collarbone. The skin was warm and tasted like salt. She kissed her way down slowly, her mouth trailing over the swell of Sara’s breast. She paused there, her breath hot against the nipple, and looked up.
Sara’s eyes had changed. The softness was gone. Something darker had taken its place. Her lips were parted. Her chest was rising faster.
Katy opened her mouth and took Sara’s nipple between her lips. She sucked gently at first, feeling the nub harden against her tongue. Then she sucked harder, pulling the stiff peak deep, her cheeks hollowing.
Sara let out a moan. Her hand came up and settled on the back of Katy’s head, her fingers threading through the damp strands of the destroyed pigtails.
Katy released the nipple with a sharp pop and moved to the other one. She gave it the same treatment, her tongue swirling around the areola before sucking the peak in. Sara’s back arched, her fingers tightening in Katy’s hair.
“Good girl,” Sara whispered. “You learn fast.”
Katy pulled back and looked at her. “I’m a quick study.”
She started moving down. Her lips traced a path between Sara’s breasts, down her stomach. She paused at the belly button, dipping her tongue in, making Sara twitch. Then lower. She kissed the soft skin just above the dark blonde patch of hair.
She looked up at Sara. “I want to try something.”
Sara propped herself up on her elbows. “Try whatever you want, baby.”
Katy settled between Sara’s legs. She could smell her now. Warm, musky. Sara’s pussy was swollen, the lips parted and glistening. Her clit was engorged, peeking from its hood.
Katy reached out and touched it. Gently. With one finger. She traced the outline of the swollen bud, feeling its shape, its firmness. It pulsed under her touch.
“Your clittie looks like a cute little cock,” Katy said, looking up at Sara with wide eyes. “So much bigger than mine. And it has a hard-on.”
Sara stared at her. Then she burst out laughing. Jon laughed too, a low rumble from the edge of the bed. Katy grinned, pleased with herself, and kept tracing.
“You’re ridiculous,” Sara said, still laughing. “Where do you come up with these things?”
“I don’t know. They just come out.”
“Well, keep them coming. And keep doing that.”
Katy slid one finger lower. She found Sara’s opening, wet and hot. She pressed inside, slowly. Sara gasped, her head falling back. Katy added a second finger, feeling the walls grip her.
She started to move. In and out. Slow at first, finding a rhythm. Her thumb found Sara’s clit and began to circle it, pressing with steady pressure.
“Am I doing this right?” Katy asked. Her voice was shy, a contrast to the confidence of her hands.
Sara’s head thrashed against the pillows. “God, you little...” she gasped. “You’ve done this before. You have to had.”
“I swear I haven’t!” Katy said, and there was a genuine note of hurt in her voice even as her fingers never missed a beat.
“Oh God! Oh! Flick my clit, honey. Beautiful girl. God. It feels so good.”
Katy laughed, bright and girlish, and picked up the pace. Her fingers drove deeper. Her thumb worked the swollen clit in tight circles. The wet sounds filled the suite.
When Sara’s pussy started to make squelching sounds, Katy giggled. “That’s a lot of noise down there.”
“Suck it and stop giggling,” Jon said. His voice was firm. A command.
Katy looked at him. She felt a jolt of submission that went straight to her core.
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