Perspiration was dotting down the back of her neck, and the more Carrie thought, the more she wondered if perhaps she didn’t actually want anything to happen. That it might be better just to watch, better not to win the lottery that would change her from being a mere observer of events to a prime player in the evening’s entertainment.
Each time she moved, the leather rubbed against her skin adding an exquisite sensation of pain to the pleasure. These people knew what they were doing and Izzy felt her pussy flood again in anticipation. Above her was a mirror set into the ceiling and she wondered with a jolt of excitement if it was a two-way mirror. Were there people up there watching what was going on? The idea of it turned her on even more and the exhibitionist in her came out. She moaned and writhed on the bed, pulling against the restraints as she felt the leather fingers of a cat o’ nine tails being teased between her legs.
The moon was a burnished disk, peeking through the branches of the lime trees on the far edge of the allotments. He stood with his back to it and his expanding personal geography facing my window. Then he raised his head, and my heart did a guilty flip-flop, certain he’d caught me watching. But he couldn’t possibly see me, I reassured myself as he stood there with eyes lifted, chest rising and falling beneath the twin peaks of those exquisite nipples, rising and falling almost as though he were about to lift his voice in song and serenade me. But serenading wasn’t what he had in mind.
The needle hit my hip, a fraction to the left of the poppy. I felt the tip dance over my skin, the buzz a comforting purr in my ear. I closed my eyes and thought back to Carmen’s office and the way she had expertly attended to my desire, petting my pussy in the most delicious of ways. I was wet and throbbing less than thirty seconds into my new inking – something Carmen and Hank seemed to recognise instantly.
There was no doubt in Dave’s mind that this was his ‘thing.’ He may have only just realised his penchant for watching and being watched, but he already knew that he’d be back, again and again. The rush, the illicit thrill, the incredibly powerful arousal – it was addictive. Dave had never felt so alive.
(Illustration from Allotted Views)
(Illustration from The Circus)
Her hands on my body were warm and decisive. Watching her hands as they moved, I began to think about the naughtiness of what she was doing—of what we had all just done. Far from feeling any guilt, the memory alone began to make me quiver again. In no time, my cheeks and my throat, my breasts and my belly were glistening. Angie’s busy little hands were back at my pussy again where her quick, nimble fingers stroked me into another sudden and powerful orgasm.
Naughty little thing. She knew better than I did how much I needed another one.
The boys collapsed, naked and spent beside me. We all wore huge smiles on our faces as we recovered our strength. As Angie’s round, pretty bottom skipped off to the kitchen to get cool drinks for us all, I found myself thinking, “Next time we must be sure to invite Talia.” And my grin grew just a bit wider at the thought.
She kissed him again, deeply, and them stepped back. His beautiful cock jutted out proudly from his equally beautiful body. My own breath caught in my throat as I watched it, shamelessly twitching in the wind. Tia knelt before him, almost as though in prayer. Her wide eyes surveyed his as she opened her mouth wider still, and took his gorgeous, grateful penis into her mouth. Their eyes closed in unison—his in gratitude, hers in gratification, both in absolute rapture......
……I watched in wrapped perversion. There was no other way to say it. I’d never seen anything so rude and real as this before my eyes, and yet so deeply private. My own mouth watered as I empathetically savoured the glorious piece in Tia’s mouth. I could practically taste the salty pre-cum that she had been teasing from him ever since they’d entered the cellar. I looked down for a moment to find one of my hands wrapped tight around the neck of the champagne bottle, as though willing it to turn to a plump, pulsing, vigorous penis for my very own. Tia snaked a hand up his thigh and began to caress the retreating pouch of his testicles as she continued her indolent feast.......
(Illustration from Summer in the City)
(Illustration from Summer in the City)
The Candy Cottage is my house. And the staff are my staff. It had been my place for nearly a decade and I ran it with....not so much an iron fist....but more of a loosely clenched, well-lubricated one. I began the place out of love - a love of touch; of sensuality; of sex, and above all a love of people - men, women, young and old. Any home I’d ever owned had been a place where people were free to come simply to experience others intimately. People can forget how important it is to touch and feel other human beings. So I made it my business to make this a place, a den, of pleasure without shame……
……We became little more than a writhing mass of sensual gratification - a sculpture of flesh capable only of giving and receiving pleasure. With two pairs of lips at either and, the boys soon took pleasure in withdrawing from our hot, expectant cunts only to be pounced upon by our hot, expectant mouths. Marco held Claire by the small of her back, in the deep, narrow valley created in the arch from her shoulders to her buttocks. While Marco thrust hard and deep over my head, Tommy teased me by only giving me the tip of his cock before plunging deeper again……
When the other students learned I been accepted to the Harward Academy, the rumours began to circulate. Knowing nothing of the Academy, it had become difficult for me to discern between fact and fiction. Only one other student I knew had been accepted to the Academy and, if the truth be known, no one had ever seen her again. Probably just a new group of friends - new interests. Still, it was peculiar that no one had even seen her around. Not at concerts, recitals - nothing……
……The kisses she placed on my lips I returned hungrily back to her, or I ran my hands over the slopes her body made as she made my pussy damp with the pressure of her unrelenting fingers. My hips rolled in time with her touch as I opened my body to her.. I ran my hands over her curves and held her head in my hands as she kissed me. She dipped her two fingers deep into my mouth now, to the back of my throat. I knew she would want to fill my sex with those fingers and I made them slicker and wetter and more slippery than they’d ever been. My pussy spasmed as her fingers, wet with my honey, pushed their way inside - first one, then two.......
(Illustration from The Harward Girls)
(Illustration from The Harward Girls)
