Using a luscious model to seduce my sexy maid – Part 2

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(Continued from part 1)

Both Preeti and I looked at each other and gave an evil smirk. Though we were totally fatigued, our yearning to please each other was stronger. Thus, we simply nodded our heads and grabbed our chairs and sat back down in front of the monitor.

Preeti’s pussy was so full of cum that it was constantly oozing out white cream while my cock simply could not stop leaking fluid from the aftershocks of my orgasm. We both took a deep breath, our eyes locked, and she nodded. “Alright,” she said with a smirk. “Let’s show her what we got.”

Preeti moved are fingers gently over her cum filled pussy as Nusrat watched with eagerness. I too progressed my hands over my cock which was semi-erect at that point, but completely covered in Preeti’s juices, making it easier to stroke.

“Mmm,” Preeti moaned, her eyes never leaving the screen as she watched Nusrat’s own hand movements. “It feels so good.”

Her fingers danced over her clit, tracing circles and figure-eights, teasing the sensitive nub until it was swollen and begging for more. Her other hand slid down, spreading her pussy lips apart to reveal her glistening wetness. “Look at that,” Nusrat cooed. “You’re so pretty, Preeti.”

Preeti’s cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She had never been watched like this before, but she couldn’t deny the thrill it gave her. Her breaths grew shorter as she watched Nusrat’s hand mimic her movements on the screen. The model’s fingers worked her own clit, her breasts bouncing with every stroke. “Keep going,” Nusrat encouraged. “I want to see you both cum again.”

By then, my cock had regained its full glory, standing tall and proud, ready for the next round. I watched as Preeti touched herself, her fingers gliding through the slickness of her pussy. She was really getting into it, her moans growing louder with every stroke. Her big tits were bouncing like yo-yos, and her face was a mask of pure ecstasy.

Nusrat, on the other hand, was putting on an erotic show herself. She grabbed a pink-colored vibrator and turned it on, the buzzing sound filling the room. “Let’s make each other feel good,” she said, her voice a seductive whisper.

Preeti’s hand was moving faster, her eyes glued to the screen. “Oh,” she moaned, her voice dripping with desire. “It feels so good.”

Nusrat, watching intently, took the vibrator and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. She was so wet, it slid in easily. “Mmm,” she purred, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “You like watching me, don’t you?”

Preeti nodded, her hand moving even faster on her clit. “Yes,” she admitted, her voice hoarse with need. “It’s so… so hot.”

“What about you, Rahul?” Nusrat asks seductively. “Have you enjoyed my presence so far?”

“Oh, I have,” I reply, stroking my cock with purposeful slowness. “Your beauty is truly mesmerizing.”

“If that is the case, I want you to show me how beautiful I really am… You know what you have to do right?” Nusrat asks.

Preeti and I both nodded, eager to continue the steamy performance for Nusrat. She began to pump the vibrator in and out of herself, her moans growing louder and more desperate with every thrust. “Come on, you two,” she urged, her eyes locked onto us through the camera. “I want to see you both explode.”

With that, Preeti and I began stroking faster. I was watching Preeti fingering her tight cunt wile Preeti was watching me stroke my shaft. In the background, the room was getting filled with our “Ohhs” and “Ahhhs”. Both girls were moaning at the top of their lungs. I was certain that my neighbors would think that I was having a kinky party. But at that point, I didn’t care. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I was going to enjoy it. And that’s exactly what I did.

Preeti’s hand was moving like a windmill on her clit. Her juices were flying everywhere, and she didn’t give a damn. Her tits were bouncing, and her nipples were as hard as rocks. She was so wet, I could hear the squelching sound with every stroke she took. “Oh, Nusrat,” Preeti moaned. “Your pussy is so beautiful.”

Nusrat’s hand worked her vibrator in and out of herself. “Your cock, Rahul,” she breathed. “I wish it was me stroking it.”

“Mm,” I moaned, watching the vibrator disappear and reappear into her tight pussy. “I wish it was in you too.”

Preeti’s eyes fluttered shut as she listened to Nusrat’s voice, her hand moving faster on her clit. Her juices were glistening on her fingers, and her breaths grew shallower. “Oh, sir,” she whispered, “It feels so good.”

Nusrat watched us with a knowing smile, her eyes hooded with desire. She slammed the vibrator into her pussy, her moans growing louder. “Cum for me,” she urged. “I want to see your faces when you cum.”

Preeti’s hand was between her legs, her pussy swollen and begging for release. Her big tits were bobbing up and down with every stroke, and her face was contorted with pleasure. “I’m going to cum,” she gasped. “I’m going to cum so hard.”

I watched her intently, my own cock in hand, stroking it to the rhythm of her moans. “Do it,” I whispered, my voice thick with lust. “Make yourself cum for Nusrat.”

Preeti nodded, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. She inserted two fingers into her wet pussy, her thumb still working her clit. She was so tight and wet, and the sight was driving me wild. I stroked my cock faster, feeling the blood rushing to the tip. “Oh, Preeti,” I groaned. “You’re so fucking hot.”

Preeti was moaning louder and louder. Her tits were jiggling with every stroke, and her ass looked so plump and inviting. “I’m gonna cum,” she panted. “I’m gonna cum hard.”

“Do it, sweetie,” Nusrat urged from the other side. “I want to watch you explode like a geyser.”

Preeti’s eyes snapped open and she stared at the screen, watching Nusrat’s pussy being pounded by the vibrator. Her breath was coming in short, quick gasps. “Oh, Nusrat,” she murmured, “You’re so hot.”

With that, Preeti could no longer hold on to herself; she climaxed hard, her pussy contracting around her own digits. The sight of her juices squirting out was a sight to behold. Nusrat’s eyes widened in awe, and she matched Preeti’s rhythm, her vibrator buzzing at full speed. The room was filled with the sounds of our masturbation, a symphony of pleasure that only we three could appreciate.

“Yes, Preeti,” Nusrat encouraged, her voice breathless. “Cum all over your hand. Make it messy.”

At that point, pints of fluid had rolled down Preeti’s fingers and legs, making the chair she was sitting on completely wet. Seeing this, neither Nusrat nor I could hold on to ourselves.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I growled, pumping my cock even faster. “I’m gonna blow.”

“Cum for me, Rahul,” Nusrat panted, her hand flying over her clit. “Show me how much you enjoyed watching us.”

Her words were like gasoline to my fire. I watched her tight pussy swallow the vibrator over and over again, her tits jiggling with each thrust. My cock was leaking precum, begging for release. With a final stroke, I shot my load across the room, ropes of white cum landing on the desk, the chair, and even the screen. Preeti’s eyes went wide at the sight, her hand still buried in her cunt.

“Wow,” she gasped, watching me with newfound interest. “You liked it too.”

“Liked it?” I chuckled, wiping a bead of cum from the corner of my mouth. “It was fucking amazing.”

It didn’t take long for Nusrat to follow suit; her pussy tightened around the vibrator, and with a final, guttural moan, she climaxed, her juices spraying onto the bed. She collapsed back, her chest heaving with exhaustion. “Wow,” she breathed. “That was intense.”

“Yes,” I murmured while stroking my cock.

When Preeti looked at the clock, she was shocked.

“It’s almost time for me to go, sir,” she said, her voice still breathless from our steamy rendezvous. “But I’ve enjoyed this more than I thought I would.”

“Don’t worry, it’s just the beginning, Preeti,” I said with a knowing smile. “We’ve got plenty of time to explore more.”

Preeti gave me a smile and headed to the washroom to cleanup. In the meantime, I finished up chatting with Nusrat and thanked her for the awesome show she had put on.

When Preeti came back, she was wearing a fresh salwar and kameez. Her hair was tied back, but her face was still flushed. “Thank you, sir,” she said, her voice still shaky from the orgasm. “I never knew it could be like that.”

I winked at her and said, “Come a little early tomorrow. We’ll have more fun.”

Preeti nodded, and I knew she was already looking forward to it. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her cheeks were still a lovely shade of pink. She gathered her things and left, leaving behind a trail of her sweet scent. I sat back in my chair, my cock still hard, and couldn’t help but think about what the future held for us.

“Alright Nusrat, I’m gonna go ahead and clean up now,” I said, not bothering to hide the smile on my face as I signed off from the chat. The experience had left me feeling both satisfied and excited for what was to come.

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