below her breasts. When I pulled it away, I saw she wore a black lace bra that matched her thong.
Her cleavage mounded up and I wanted to lay my head on it and rest. Instead, I buried my face between her breasts and breathed in her fragrance, and licked and kissed them. After a long moment she stroked my hair, then grasped the back of it as I began to nibble the flesh along the cup.
Her flesh goose pimpled and I pulled the lace aside to reveal the hard nipple surrounded by the crinkled aureole. I suckled it, cupping her ass, letting my fingers delve between the cheeks.
She tightened, her sense of propriety embarrassed at such liberties, but I gave her no way out and she submitted, never crying "Yellow". Her hand tightened in my hair painfully, yet I gave no sign, simply continued what I was doing, baring the other nipple so I could switch sides.
Suddenly, there wasn't enough leeway and I reached up with both hands and tore the material until it ripped to the waistline below her belly button.
Now, I had freedom and slipped the bra straps down over arms so that her breasts were completely revealed to me. She was disheveled, her clothes in shreds, her body revealed to me through the whims of my efforts.
My dick was raging against the constraints of my pants and I humped at her while I devoured her breasts. I moved up to claim her mouth in a frenzy, my tongue working hers, my hips pressing my rock hard dick against her hips, my hands pulling her to me.
Her musk intensified as her hips came to me, small moans escaping her mouth as I rocked against her quim.
I broke away to look at her. Her head was laid back, her nipples rising up into the cool air, the flesh reddened where I had licked and chewed along the flesh of her breasts.
She was so beautiful and I wanted her. I imagined pressing her face first against the wall, pulling her thong down between her thighs and fucking her with her dress rucked up around her hips and her panties half way down.
I nearly did, but realized it was too soon, too much.
Instead, I slit the dress the rest of the way down the front to reveal her taut belly, just beginning to pouch, and the lacy front of the thong, with its tiny bow surrounded by a semi-circle of shiny black seed beads.
I heard the murmured, "Yes," at the same time Cara Mia gasped and pulled the edges together, looking over my shoulder. I turned to see Don Coil watching avidly.
"Red. I cry Red," she shouted, pulling herself away from me and turning from the man's eyes. Except I saw he watched even more avidly now to see what would happen.
"What boundary have we crossed?" I asked.
She drew herself up, mouth set like police boundary, and I knew that Tasha had pushed Cara Mia down, away, and she had opened her book of rules. I took a breath, ready for whatever chapter and verse she was going to quote me.
"I cannot do this. It's shallow, base, and filthy." She shook her head, and added more quietly, "And it is perverse that it is out in the open where just anyone can see."
"And yet, I can smell your heat. I can feel your desire." Every word was another way to say exciting if none of her rules applied. I felt triumphant even though she was so horrified.
Her eyes dropped along with her chin, then lifted, her eyes blazing. "I am not a slut, I am not for public display, for just anyone to enjoy."
Damn him. Because she was that woman we saw earlier in that she needed to be forced to confront her desires, to be forced to recognize them. But she wasn't ready for the likes of a man like him. I wasn't either, but the rules of the dungeon didn't prohibit anyone from watching.
She looked at the watching man and marched to the bag at the edge of the tarp, unzipping it. She had the shirt out when I reached her and laid a hand on her arm.
"What has happened here that is so unbearable?"
"He saw you touch me."
In a way it was exciting that he saw me with her. He wanted her, but I had her. He could watch me enjoy her, but that was all
Her cleavage mounded up and I wanted to lay my head on it and rest. Instead, I buried my face between her breasts and breathed in her fragrance, and licked and kissed them. After a long moment she stroked my hair, then grasped the back of it as I began to nibble the flesh along the cup.
Her flesh goose pimpled and I pulled the lace aside to reveal the hard nipple surrounded by the crinkled aureole. I suckled it, cupping her ass, letting my fingers delve between the cheeks.
She tightened, her sense of propriety embarrassed at such liberties, but I gave her no way out and she submitted, never crying "Yellow". Her hand tightened in my hair painfully, yet I gave no sign, simply continued what I was doing, baring the other nipple so I could switch sides.
Suddenly, there wasn't enough leeway and I reached up with both hands and tore the material until it ripped to the waistline below her belly button.
Now, I had freedom and slipped the bra straps down over arms so that her breasts were completely revealed to me. She was disheveled, her clothes in shreds, her body revealed to me through the whims of my efforts.
My dick was raging against the constraints of my pants and I humped at her while I devoured her breasts. I moved up to claim her mouth in a frenzy, my tongue working hers, my hips pressing my rock hard dick against her hips, my hands pulling her to me.
Her musk intensified as her hips came to me, small moans escaping her mouth as I rocked against her quim.
I broke away to look at her. Her head was laid back, her nipples rising up into the cool air, the flesh reddened where I had licked and chewed along the flesh of her breasts.
She was so beautiful and I wanted her. I imagined pressing her face first against the wall, pulling her thong down between her thighs and fucking her with her dress rucked up around her hips and her panties half way down.
I nearly did, but realized it was too soon, too much.
Instead, I slit the dress the rest of the way down the front to reveal her taut belly, just beginning to pouch, and the lacy front of the thong, with its tiny bow surrounded by a semi-circle of shiny black seed beads.
I heard the murmured, "Yes," at the same time Cara Mia gasped and pulled the edges together, looking over my shoulder. I turned to see Don Coil watching avidly.
"Red. I cry Red," she shouted, pulling herself away from me and turning from the man's eyes. Except I saw he watched even more avidly now to see what would happen.
"What boundary have we crossed?" I asked.
She drew herself up, mouth set like police boundary, and I knew that Tasha had pushed Cara Mia down, away, and she had opened her book of rules. I took a breath, ready for whatever chapter and verse she was going to quote me.
"I cannot do this. It's shallow, base, and filthy." She shook her head, and added more quietly, "And it is perverse that it is out in the open where just anyone can see."
"And yet, I can smell your heat. I can feel your desire." Every word was another way to say exciting if none of her rules applied. I felt triumphant even though she was so horrified.
Her eyes dropped along with her chin, then lifted, her eyes blazing. "I am not a slut, I am not for public display, for just anyone to enjoy."
Damn him. Because she was that woman we saw earlier in that she needed to be forced to confront her desires, to be forced to recognize them. But she wasn't ready for the likes of a man like him. I wasn't either, but the rules of the dungeon didn't prohibit anyone from watching.
She looked at the watching man and marched to the bag at the edge of the tarp, unzipping it. She had the shirt out when I reached her and laid a hand on her arm.
"What has happened here that is so unbearable?"
"He saw you touch me."
In a way it was exciting that he saw me with her. He wanted her, but I had her. He could watch me enjoy her, but that was all
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