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From The Third Muse of Master Dorian Saul
Dorian smiled provocatively then he glanced over at his desk and started to walk towards it. He opened the top drawer and collected some items from within; she did not know what, her line of vision was obscured by the back of his body. Fishing through the drawers Dorian set various objects onto the wooden desk before him. His shoulders shuddered as he laughed to himself, before he picked up the objects, spun around and strolled back towards her with his hands behind his back.
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A bolt of excitement ricocheted through her body from the tips of her toes to the top of her head and back again. Her heart raced and her breathing quickened in anticipation of the deliciously dark acts that he was going to subject her to.
Carla closed her eyes tight and held her breath. She knew that Pete was still there and even now in the darkness behind her lids she could feel his gaze. The bed dipped as Dorian joined her and she could smell him as he shuffled towards her, salt, soap and sex, unmistakeably him.
He was behind her now, his body moving against hers as he steadied himself on the soft mattress. She heard something fall to the bed behind him and guessed it was the items that he had retrieved from the desk. Dorian reached up, she could feel him stretched against her, the firmness of his muscles detectable underneath his clothes. Something cool and delicate touched the skin on the inside of her right arm. She opened her eyes and looked up. It was a scarf but this one was purple.
“Take it,” Dorian whispered in her right ear.
She uncurled the fingers of her right hand and he placed the silk into it. “Now grip it,” he ordered. She did.
“Good girl. Shut your eyes,” he said. Carla closed her lids. Sighing, Dorian lowered his arms; his right brushed her temple and he paused and stroked her tenderly. She parted her lips and tilted her head back, his touch was so deliciously sweet and she was desperate to taste it. Sensing her need, he dragged his fingers lightly down her cheek and ran them across her mouth. She tipped his fingers with her tongue as he traced her bottom lip with his thumb. Stretching back Dorian collected one of the mysterious objects that he had dropped and their bodies parted. In an instant he was back with her, pressed firmly against her nakedness, something that he held in his left hand banged against her chin it was hard and a strong smell filled her nostrils - leather. Carla had no idea what it was.
Placing the fingers of his right hand between her teeth he spread them apart forcing her jaws open. With left hand he pressed something into her mouth. Her tongue frantically probed the item to identify it and she discovered that it was round and smooth. She tried to bite it, but it was solid. Dorian held the object in her mouth with one hand, whilst at the back of her head he fiddled with something, thick straps dug into her cheeks and as he fastened the buckle, the ball was pulled further back into her mouth. Carla now understood what Dorian had collected from the desk.
A sense of claustrophobia seized her and she struggled against the cuffs and gag. She could form no words and only produced grunts when she tried to speak. Her eyes snapped open, but all she had in her line of vision were the windows, and Pete. She could see that Pete was enjoying what he was witnessing. His right hand moved slowly up and down the entire length of his shaft as he watched her. With Dorian behind her, Pete could see everything, her breasts, her pussy, her thighs, her tummy, her face, and with her hands tied above her head there was nothing that she could do to cover herself. She was totally at the mercy of Dorian.
“Stop,” Dorian said softly, as she started to squirm.
She stilled her body, but her mind was racing as adrenalin pumped white panic through her veins. “Do you trust me?” Dorian asked.
She nodded.
“Good, now Pete over there wants a show, and we’re gonna give him one. Do you understand me?”
She nodded again.
“You’re mine Carla, and I want him to know that. Okay?”
And again.
“This time, there is no safe word. Do you understand?”
The thought that he could do anything he wanted to her and she had no means of stopping it sent shivers down her spine.
“Understood?” he repeated, as he dropped his hands to her hips.
And again.
“Do you want to do this? Do you trust me?” he asked as his hands moved from her hips to her breasts where he pinched her already erect nipples.
She moaned against the gag, powerless to speak, to resist and nodded again.
“If you want me to stop, this time I need you to drop the scarf you are holding. Do you understand?”
A wave of relief flooded through her. Just a few minutes ago the idea of abandoning all control had been so inviting and so empowering, but in the last few moments experiencing the reality the prospect had terrified her. Tightening her grip on the silk, she looked up. It was such a small, delicate thing; she could hardly feel it at all, yet the purple was so vivid it almost screamed at her. This flimsy cut of fabric was her unspoken control and she knew that Dorian would not ignore her.
“You do want this don’t you?” He bit the back of her neck, and squeezed her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Carla groaned as her clit twitched in response to Dorian’s expert touch. Arching her spine she tilted her head back, lengthening her torso she granted him total access to her body. She belonged to him, and she wanted him to use her in any way that granted him pleasure. She nodded.
“Good girl. I knew what you were the moment I set eyes on you. I had almost lost all faith that I would find someone so special, so rare and so very delightful.” Pinching her right nipple hard he released it, the fingers of his right hand then trailed down her stomach to her pussy.
“Pete wants this,” Dorian crooned, “everyone would want a piece of this if they knew how good it was.”
Her skin was so sensitive, so eager for his touch, that she could not swallow the whimper that escaped from behind the gag when he went south of her naval.
“Keep looking at Pete,” he murmured, his lips moving against the back of her neck, “I want him to know how much you like this,” he said. She pushed her tongue against the ball, frustrated that the only things she could taste were plastic and leather. Pete had moved and he was now standing in the middle of the window. His shirt was open and his were trousers gone. Although she could not see his eyes clearly she was acutely aware that they were firmly on her. His mouth was moving and he was talking, but not to himself. Pete was talking to them, telling them what he wanted them to do with each other, as his hand worked on his cock.
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From The Honey Keys - Book 1
I'm at a photo shoot. I want to be a nude model. I'm young, just nineteen and I'm keen to break into the industry, lured and dazzled by the bright lights and glamour. I know my face and figure are perfect, but I'm still slightly nervous; I haven't done anything like this before and I don't know what to expect.
The studio is light, modern and luxurious, with large windows and a cream deep-pile carpet. The photographer is handsome and older than I am, possibly in his thirties; he looks professional, confident and says little. Tall, with jet black hair and a rugged complexion, he is very handsome; his well-toned body is clearly visible under his white silk shirt.
His shirt is open to the chest, and his flesh glistens in the summer heat. The windows are open to let in some air, but there isn't much of a breeze and we're both glowing. I stand in the middle of the room feeling awkward and clumsy, while he sets up his equipment. I can't help but stare at him as he works, his shirt sticks intermittently on his hot, tanned skin revealing the movement of his strong, hard muscles working beneath. He knows I'm watching him and I glimpse a slight smile on his full, moist lips.
Finally he finishes what he is doing and turns to look at me. He asks me to sit on the solitary chair that stands in the middle of the room. I do as he bids. I wait patiently and study him as he adjusts the spotlights. I like what I see and it makes me feel slightly horny. I bite my lip and try to concentrate on the business at hand. Satisfied with the lighting, he picks up his camera, walks towards me and starts to shoot. The camera obscures his face, but I can still see his gorgeous, soft mouth and strong, chiseled chin beneath. I begin to relax as he keeps telling me how beautiful I am and how much he is looking forward to this session. I am wearing a short denim skirt, a simple white T-shirt but no bra or panties. My feet are dressed in black, strappy, high-heeled sandals. He asks me to flick my hair back and look sexy; I stare directly into the lens, wet my lips with my tongue and pout. He smiles, his generous lips parting to revealing pristine white teeth. I want to kiss him instantly and am suddenly aware that I am staring at his mouth. I lower my eyes, embarrassed.
Next, he tells me to lift my hair off my shoulders. I do as he directs. Now exposed, fresh air rushes to the soft, sensitive flesh of my neck, giving me goose-bumps. A shiver of excitement runs down my spine. I like the attention he's giving me and I'm physically drawn to him. He navigates around me and my body automatically follows, giving him signals he can read clearly.
He asks me to raise my top so he can see my boobs. I feel a little self-conscious, but comply, I take my hands out of my hair and slowly lift the shirt up to reveal my pert, ripe breasts. Taking the camera away from his face he watches my every movement, he seems to enjoy my discomfort. Smiling he instructs me to take the top off. I do as he asks and pull the T-shirt over my head. My long dark hair cascades down my back and over my shoulders as my top falls to the floor. I arch my back and stick out my chest. I know my body is beautiful and I can tell the photographer thinks so too. Moving closer, he prowls around me taking shots of my breasts. We almost touch at times; I can feel the heat of his body on my naked flesh. I try not to look at him, but I can't help it, I see him licking his plump, red lips as he hides his eyes behind the camera.
My body is scorching and my breasts are beaded with sweat. There's tension in the air, building between us, it’s so strong I can almost taste it. As he glides around me the urge to reach out and touch him is unbearable.
Suddenly he stops and lowers his camera, "We need ice for your nipples," he comments, "I want them to stand out."
He leaves the room to fetch the ice, I watch him go, feeling abandoned. He returns a second or two later, empty handed.
"I have no ice. You'll have to play with them," he suggests. His pale, blue eyes are full of hunger.
I reach down and touch my nipples. I feel nothing. I can see him watching me intently and can think of nothing else. I'm far too nervous, and self-conscious around him to let myself go.
Again he smiles, "Well it looks like it's up to me," he announces. Stepping towards me he leans forward, I can feel his breath on my breasts before he takes my right nipple between his lips. I gasp from surprise and pleasure. My body reacts immediately and he pulls away to admire his work. He stoops again and this time takes my left nipple in his mouth. I feel his tongue circle my bud and the cool, damp touch of his lips on my skin. As he sucks I arch back and push my breast towards him. Just as I think he is going to grab my right breast he stops, draws back and starts taking pictures again. I can feel him smiling from behind the camera.
"Now take off your skirt and open your legs," he commands. I hear the challenge in his voice and am curious as to how far I am willing to go. Steeling myself I stand boldly in front of him and strip. The skirt slides down my legs and onto the floor around my feet, I step out of it and sit back on the chair. "Spread your legs," he orders. I open my knees as far as I can. I feel totally exposed, I can feel his eyes all over my body and my pussy throbs in response.
He licks his bottom lip and my clit twitches at the sight of his tongue. "Right, I want to see you wet. Play with your pussy," he charges.
Gingerly I tug at my pubic hair; a shudder of pleasure quivers up my spine, hardens my nipples and ricochets back down again. I like the sensation and want to feel it again. I yank at the hair a second time.
“More," he murmurs, moving closer to get a better view. I start to frig myself with my right hand, slowly and deliberately. I'm beginning to feel in control, teasing him, showing him what I like.
“Let's get you wetter," he suggests. I take my hand away and meet his gaze; his eyes are full of lust. Falling to his knees in front of me, he puts his camera on the floor next to my feet. Smiling, he licks his lips before he grabs my thighs and buries his head between my legs. I'm totally surprised and utterly delighted, my pussy is getting really juicy and I can feel my desire warming my buttocks. His tongue is greedy and excited, exploring me, eating me, gobbling me. He pushes my legs further apart with his big broad hands, his fingers digging into the soft pale flesh of my inner thighs. I grab his thick dark hair with my hands and guide him to where I want him. I moan as he runs his tongue along my snatch, to my clit, sucking, licking, and lapping, he gorges himself on me. Suddenly he stops, takes his mouth away, releases my thighs, picks up his camera and takes pictures of my pulsating pussy.
Abruptly he stands, towering above me. My body is shaking with anticipation and frustration; I bite my lip and clench my fists in an effort to control myself.
“You’re good,” he comments. My pussy flinches at the praise he gives me. “Now get on the floor and open your legs. Put your arms behind your head. I want you to look like you've just been fucked." His voice is deep and masterful; he knows exactly what he is doing and what he wants – we both do. I rise, move away from the chair and lay on the floor. The carpet is soft against my skin and I stretch out fully on it.
He walks around me, looking down on my outstretched body, naked apart from my heels. I hear the shutter of the camera snapping and then it stops. He is standing between my legs. "It's no good, I'm not getting what I want," he says, his voice thick with desire. "But, I've got the perfect solution. I have just what you need." Placing the camera on the chair I vacated he sets it to automatic, I can hear the clicking, then he unzips his jeans and falls to his knees. "I want to see what you look like when you have just been screwed and this is the best way I know how." He grabs my hips in his strong hands and raises them off the floor. I can see the flash of a smile as he drives himself deep inside me. I gasp – he's enormous. He fills me completely. The camera is snapping, taking pictures of me being totally fucked in my strappy sandals and I don't care. I stretch my body out totally for him, and he helps himself to my breasts, sucking and pinching my nipples hard. My legs are open really wide to accommodate him and I feel totally exposed. He takes his dick out and rubs my clit with it, up and down toward my wet pussy, just letting the end slide in, before he pulls it out and rolls it over my pleasure button again. I feel my toes curl and the muscles in my legs convulse. My clit twitches and my pussy throbs, as waves of pleasure course through my body. I close my eyes and see flashes of light against the backs of my lids.
He rams his cock back into me, hard and urgent and with every thrust of is huge shaft my body gets closer and closer to climax. It isn't long before I cum, letting the orgasm take the whole of my body as I cry out loud. He quietly smiles and stuffs his dick further into me hard for some serious fucking. He is rough and brutal – and I love it. I feel the whole of him banging against my pussy. His hands grab my buttocks so tightly they hurt as he explodes inside me and fills me with his hot spunk. I feel the sweat from his hair fall on my throat and breasts, but he doesn't fall on me. He pulls out, sits back on his haunches, zips up his trousers and collects his camera off the chair. He points the camera up the length of my body paying particular attention to my now dripping pussy, where I can feel his spunk seeping out.
I'm aware that I am just another conquest and that these photos are as much for him as they are for the magazine. I also know I'll get the job - he wants to see me again. I can tell by his smile and the way he's licking his full sensual lips.
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From The Honey Keys - Book 2
I have come for a job interview. The offices are massive, modern and right in the heart of London. The company is called CDE Publishing Ltd, their email said that they produce magazines and periodicals, but I am not entirely sure what kind. I searched on Google for more information about them but could not find anything and their website was exclusively for paying members only. I feel a bit at a disadvantage, but conclude that anyone who comes for a job here will feel the same.
I sit in the reception area waiting to be called in and the young man behind the desk keeps catching my eye. He is very handsome and I smile nervously at him. He returns my smile, yet there is an expression in his eyes that I do not recognise. His attention is making me a little uncomfortable. I wring my hands together to stop them from shaking. I really need this job. I have been sending out my C.V., letters and emails for 18 months now, and this is the first interview I have been invited to. My credit card bill has got so high and my bank balance so low, that I dare not even open the letters they send me any mor. I’m desperate.
The phone on the young man’s desk rings and he answers it. I look the other way; I would hate him to think I was listening in on his conversation. “Mr Davis and Mr Campbell, will see you now,” he announces, snapping me back from my day-dream. “Third door on the left.” He points a manicured index finger down a long, wide corridor.
I thank him, stand and head off in the direction he indicated. I’m conscious of him watching me as I walk towards the door. I can feel his gaze burn into my back. I am almost glad when I reach my destination, I am eager to be out of his line-of-sight. I knock on the heavy door and a deep voice behind it bids me to enter.
I open the door and step inside a spacious, plush office. Two men are sitting behind a huge wooden desk at the far end of the room. The air is cooler in here, but I can still feel that my panic is causing my skin to flush.
“Good morning,” the blonde man on the right greets me, “Please, do come and take a seat. Can we get you anything, tea, coffee, water?”
“No, thank you,” I splutter. Lowering my gaze I walk as quickly as I can over the deep, cream carpet.
I reach the desk and sit in the vacant seat in front of it, only then do I raise my eyes and look at the men sitting behind it. Both of them are incredibly handsome. They are older than I am, possibly thirty, and they look very important and distinguished. I am instantly attracted to them equally. Both men are wearing crisp white shirts and blue ties; they smile coolly at me but do not utter a single word.
In the few moments of silence, I feel very self-conscious and shuffle nervously in the chair, I want to bite my lip to stop it trembling, but I know I cannot. I muster all my strength, and will my body to be still.
“Are you okay Miss Bowen?” the blonde man on the right asks.
“Yes, sorry,” I spurt, “I’m just a little nervous. I have not had an interview in such a long time. I will be okay.” The fact that I am able to string a sentence together steadies me. I sense my body relax instantly, I can talk and therefore I am in with a chance of getting the job.
“Good,” the brown-haired man on the left says firmly. “I am Robert Davis and this is my associate David Campbell. You got our email, detailing the position, salary, working hours and holidays?”
“Yes,” I smile. I cannot help look at his eyes, they are the clearest blue I have ever seen.
“And, these are acceptable for you?” He smiles, and I drop my eyes, immediately. I’m excruciatingly aware that I have been staring at him.
“Yes Mr Davis,” I stammer, beyond embarrassment.
“Good. But please call me Robert. We were very impressed with your C.V. and grateful that you attached a picture. You are just the right kind of person we are looking for here at CDE Publishing.”
His words are like music to my ears. After so many rejections, I am astounded that someone would even consider giving me a job, it does not feel real. I feel myself blush, but it is relief and not anxiety that brings the colour to my cheeks.
“Do you think that the hours and pay would be acceptable?” David asks.
“Yes.” I have been struggling for so long on benefits; I can hardly believe someone is almost offering me a salary.
“Good,” Robert interjects, “and you are aware of what we do here at CDE?”
Suddenly I’m lost for words, “I know that you are a publishing house,” I offer weakly.
“Well, that’s a good start,” Robert continues smiling broadly. “Do you know what kind of material we publish?”
“No,” I answer, feeling the job slipping through my fingers.
“Good,” Dave states.
I look across at him, confused. “If you knew then we are not doing our job properly,” he explains.
“Oh.” I’m not sure what to say, and only realise I have made a sound when it reaches my ears.
“Allow me to enlighten you, Miss Bowen,” Robert begins. “Here at CDE we publish material of a highly erotic nature. Our members pay a fee to be part of this organisation, and as such, we allow them to a certain extent, to direct what we do and where we go with our material. Do you understand?”
I hear the words, yet I have a hard time filtering them in my head, “So you publish pornography?” I ask for clarification.
“In a word, yes,” Dave answers, “but, not just your usual pornography, we cater to our members needs. Does this make a difference to your application? We would understand if you do not wish to progress.”
I search my feelings, I’m not shocked but I am skint, and with the very real prospect of losing my flat looming, I am left with no choice.
“No. It makes no difference to my application.” I state confidently.
“Great,” Dave says, rising from his chair. “But there is one thing,” he adds as he walks towards the window on his left.
“Yes?” I trill, excited by the job offer. I watch him, eagerly waiting for an answer as he walks towards the window, the sunlight streams through his cotton shirt revealing a muscular toned body underneath.
“We never employ a female that we can’t fuck.” His back is now to me, yet it feels like he has just slapped me around the face.”
“What?” I gasp dumbfounded.
There is a drumming sound, I locate the source and find it is Robert strumming his fingers on the table, “We own CDE,” he states, looking at me directly, “and as such, we own our staff whilst they work here. It is a highly sexually charged environment, and we need to ensure that our needs are met.” He takes his hands off the table. The noise stops.
I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out.
“Look, Miss Bowen, we have products to test and positions to try, and we need to do it here. This is the way that our members like it,” he continues, holding my gaze with those clear blue eyes.
“Are you asking me to prostitute myself?” I gasp.
“No, we are not paying you for sex. We are paying you a salary. As our Personal Assistant, what that entails on a day-to-day basis will vary, but sex will be part of that. If what we produce does not turn us on, then it’s not working. But, we can’t be turned on all day; we both have work to do. Do you see our problem?” Robert raises a questioning eyebrow but does not pause for an answer. “Of course, if you do not want the job, then we perfectly understand. We are sure that we can find someone else for the position and wish you luck in your search for employment.” He sits back in his chair and lifts his hands, placing them on the back of his neck he leers at me. I understand perfectly. If I don’t agree to this I leave with nothing.
I’m stunned, everything has changed so fast, “No, I still want the job,” My mouth blurts before my mind has had a chance to process all the information.
Robert nods slowly and Dave turns around to face me. I feel tense under their scrutiny. The mood in the room shifts, and although I am warm it brings goose-bumps to the surface of my skin.
“We are glad to hear that Miss Bowen,” Dave utters, walking towards me whilst undoing his necktie, “but, I think that we would like to put you to the test first.”
Everything stops cold dead as his words filter through my understanding and after a second I fully comprehend their meaning. My pulse races, I cannot believe that this is really happening. My heart is beating so violently in my chest; I fear my ribs will crack. I can feel both men watching me as if to gauge my reaction to their proposition. I study my hands, dig my fingernails into my palms and desperately try to cover all my options. I find I have none. Unless I want to go back to live with my parents, broke, a failure and try to build a new life, this is the only choice I have.
I raise my head and look Robert directly in his clear, blue eyes; seemingly able to read my thoughts, he smiles warmly.
“Good, I am glad to see we have come to an agreement,” he purrs, as he too begins to loosen his tie. “Come around here, so that I can see you better,” he orders. Instantly his voice changes, the tone is thicker, but the words are sharper.
My legs shake when I stand. Gingerly I wobble around to his side of the desk. I can hear Dave, although I dare not look at him, I know that he too is approaching the desk. Robert pushes his chair back, granting me room to stand in front of him. I can feel his eyes on me. Dave has stopped moving; I hear a thud behind me and guess that he has shifted the chair I had been sitting in. My mouth is dry, I swallow but it only seems to make it worse. I’m so thirsty and light headed with nerves that I am not sure that I can actually go through with this. The desire to bolt out through the door is so intense, it takes me all my strength not to move my feet.
I can hear Robert’s breathing; I am now so close to him. I am trapped between the desk and the man in front of me.
“Good,” he croons, his eyes looking up and down my body, “Now take off your blouse.”
I knew it was coming, but I still have difficulty believing that this is happening. My trembling hands undo my buttons and my navy blouse opens at the front, revealing a black bra. I pull the top off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor at my feet. Robert looks me up and down, a broad grin on my face. I know he likes what he sees; he's biting his lip with anticipation.
“Now the bra,” he drawls, enjoying my discomfort. I reach behind my back and unclip my bra, stake the straps from my shoulders and throw it at his feet. He licks his bottom lip as he casts his eyes over my breasts. I feel my nipples harden, and I am embarrassed at their physical display of my arousal.
“Well, I knew we liked your photo, but I must say Miss Bowen, you are far better in the flesh.”
He reaches forward and places his hands on my knees; they do not stay there for long, but make their way up my legs and under my skirt. When he reaches my stocking tops he stops and pulls his hands away. His touch is electric; I am allowing a total stranger to handle me, and I’m flabbergasted. I like it.
I can hear Dave behind me. His breathing is deep, he sounds very excited, “I told you, that she is just what we are looking for,” he announces, moving his weight from one foot to the other.
The hunger in the room is infectious and the tension so deliciously acute, that I feel myself becoming seduced by the thrill of it. Goose-bumps rise on my flesh, but this time it is not the cold, nor my nerves that has summoned them.
Robert holds me in his gaze, and unzips his trousers. Shuffling he pulls them down around his knees, his cock now freed, springs out into the air. My eyes dart between his face and his shaft, I swallow, but this time my mouth is wet.
“Now, Miss Bowen, suck on this,” he bids, a definite challenge darkens his eyes and a cruel smile bends his mouth.
I answer "Yes Sir," and sink to my knees in front of his big leather chair. He has the biggest and hardest cock I have ever seen, and I can't wait to hold it. When I take his cock in my hands and stroke it, I feel him quiver to my touch.
As I close my lips around him I feel him twitch and his buttocks tense. Every muscle in his body clenches. I suck a little at the head, teasing it with my expert tongue, before I push my face into him, taking as much of him as I can into my mouth. He reaches forward and grabs my breasts in his hand, and then his fingers find my nipple and squeeze them hard. I moan with pleasure, as he pinches and tweaks my buds. His actions urge me on, as my own sexual excitement grows. I suck hard on his cock; his shaft is huge and hits the back of my throat before I'm halfway down. I slowly pull away, holding him between my lips, stretching him with my mouth.
“What’s she like?” I hear Dave ask from behind me.
“Oh she’s good, she’s very good.” Robert gasps.
Urged on by their words I bend forward and plunge his cock into my mouth again; it's warm and wet from my saliva. I gently run my tongue along the groove making him twitch with pleasure. With my right hand I stroke his balls and squeezed them gently and ever so slowly.
"Oh, yes," he moans. "I like that."
I feel him grow even more at the mercy of my velvet tongue. I continue to tease his head and punctuate it with deep-throated thrusts. I’m excited by the thought that Dave is watching, that he wants this too. My actions are making Dave hard in his pants and now his cock is desperate for my attention also. I’m getting lost in the act, in the whole scenario, and I know that I could not stop now, even if I wanted to.
I run my tongue around the head of Robert’s swollen shaft; I can feel how close he is to climax; his skin tingles under my tongue as the blood fizzes through his veins. Then suddenly he grabs the hair on the back of my head and pulls my head away
“Stand up,” he orders.
I do, but my eyes keep snapping back to his now glistening cock.
“Now hitch up that skirt,” he croons.
I take the hem of my skirt in my hands and pull it up around my waist, revealing black panties and suspenders. I feel my clit twitch as my eyes track his to my crotch. He bites his lip.
“Step forward,” he commands.
I move towards him, he reaches behind me and unbuttons my skirt.
“Let go,” he bids, sitting back to watch me.
I open my hands and the fabric brushes against my thighs as my skirt falls from my body.
Leaning forward he grabs my buttocks and pulls me closer to him. He clips his thumbs under the straps of my panties and tugs them down my legs. When they reach my knees I lift my right leg and step out of them. The knickers glide down my left leg and rest around my ankle.
“Very nice,” he breathes, “very nice indeed.” His cock flinches as he speaks and I feel my pussy throb in response. He sits back and spins his chair around to the right by 90 degrees. “Now, come over here, get down on your knees and finish what you started,” he orders.
I step over my skirt and kick my panties free and walk towards him. Behind me I can hear Dave moving, closing the distance between us. I stand in front of Robert and allow him to see the whole of me, the delicious seconds I keep him waiting are intoxicating, for those briefest of moments I feel like I have all the power. “Don’t keep me waiting,” he warns, joggling his cock.
I drop to the carpet between Robert’s feet. As I lean forward to grab his cock in my right hand, I feel Dave move behind me. Between my legs now, he places his hands on my hips and forces my legs further apart with his knees. I take hold of the chair handle with my left hand to steady myself.
Bending over I take Robert’s eager cock into my open mouth and Dave slides his cock into my pussy. I moan with pleasure as my muscles stretch, and my pussy convulses around Dave’s shaft. His fingers dig into my hips and I know that this is going to be a vigorous ride. Reaching forward with his right hand he finds my clit and rubs. His touch is electric and shocks of pleasure bolt through my body. He presses his fingers down flat and firm against my clit and starts to frig me as he moves his cock in and out of me.
I seal my lips around Robert’s shaft and moan, holding him at the base; I start to fuck him with my mouth. I am as hungry to please him now, as I am for my own pleasure. Robert reaches forward and grabs my left nipple with his right hand; he pinches hard and rolls my bud between his fingers and thumb. The pain is quick and deliciously sharp. He shifts his position slightly and pays the right nipple the same compliment. His hand now moves quickly between both my nipples, squeezing, tweaking and tugging them in turn. Flashes of sexual ecstasy jerk through my body from my breasts to my clit and I quicken my attention on his cock. Taking him in deeper, I feel him pushing at the back of my throat. He is close to climax, I can taste him, I can feel the hot blood coursing through his shaft as I lick and suck him with relish.
Behind me, Dave rams his cock deep in and out of me, jolting my body forward with every thrust. “You have the perfect little pussy,” he groans, “nice and tight and juicy as hell.” His words excite me and I grind against him, matching him stroke for stroke. My head bobs in rhythm as the three of us become one. I move my hand off the base of Robert’s cock and cup his balls, his cock swells as I squeeze gently, and I hear his breathing change as he readies himself to accept his climax. Crushing my right nipple, he groans in abandon as his body spasms and he ejaculates into my mouth. I swallow and take my mouth away from his now spent cock as the mix of pleasure and pain jolts through my body curling my toes. The charge ricochet’s through my sex, shuddering my womb and electrifying my clit. I am lost. As the tsunami of pleasure crashes through me I feel every muscle lock and quiver on release. I cry out as Dave sinks his fingers into the soft flesh of my hips and spurts his spunk deep into me.
I’m quivering and panting when I rest my forehead on Robert’s thigh. I only hope I have done enough to secure the job.
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