something awful was about to happen. Perhaps my cover would be blown, or worse.
Soundlessly, he looked back to the bound woman and the other man.
I breathed out in relief. He doesn't care, why am I worried? Everyone else is watching. I'm fine, I don't stand out.
The blonde woman panted loudly, unable to move enough to rock the Master's cock into her. It was clearly torture, being tied down and teased. Blood quickened in my veins when I helplessly imagined myself in a similar predicament.
Watching this is actually turning me on, what's wrong with me? I'd never been interested in this kind of kink before.
Long fingers curled into her mop of hair, pulling her head back. Her lips parted in a silent cry of delight. He crouched, whispering into her ear. I couldn't hear what was said, but I wished I had.
Whatever it was, it made the woman cry out, clear as a bell. “Yes! Yes Master, of course!”
With a slow thrust, his plump cock slid into her from behind. I wondered what that felt like, after being tormented for so long. To finally have such a hard length filling her completely. It had to feel amazing, right? So warm and thick and...
Wow, I need to calm down!
Reaching up, I wiped at the back of my neck. Every inch of me was alive, and still, my senses heightened more as I watched the pair fucking on the table. He moved with purpose, holding her jaw, talking or nibbling at her ear.
The blonde had no control, the one she kept calling 'Master' was able to use her at his leisure. He chose the speed, the force, and the woman could only accept what he gave.
I resisted a lusty hiss between my teeth when he abruptly rocked his hips, burying himself in the woman so hard the impact of flesh rang in the room.
Shifting anxiously, I squeezed my knees. My panties were soaked.
Again and again, he held her down and fucked her. Finally, he reached back between her legs with his slippery fingers. The way the woman squealed, I was positive he'd started rubbing her clit.
My mind was on a ride.
I pictured being bent over, made to scream in front of all these people; a strong man casually fucking me... teasing me towards the pressure of release...
I wonder how that woman got into this situation?
Suddenly, the blonde screamed, a hoarse sound that betrayed what had happened. Her thighs quivered, then they grew weak. Gold-Mask thrust into her a few more times, letting her hair go so her head could rest on the table.
She came, didn't she? I just watched her, everyone watched her!
My belly fluttered, flesh prickling with a growing ache. Watching the man, his arms flexing, his rhythm slowing, I was confused when he suddenly pulled free. His cock, hard and angry in the air, was coiled in his fist.
Rapidly, he jerked his own length. The explosion of pearly liquid hit the woman's ass, coating her skin and dripping down. Standing there, he rubbed the slippery head of his cock on her hip, then tucked it away in his trousers.
With one more final, crisp slap on her thigh, he turned towards us and smiled. “Cora, clean her up and untie her. Make arrangements for her auction.”
“Yes, Master.” A woman, her hair in a woven, raven braid, offered him a glass of water and a small towel. She began unbinding the blonde, washing her skin as she did so.
The room rumbled to life, everyone starting to move around and talk. It was like a spell had been broken, it reminded me of a crowd after a movie had ended.
Turning my head, I breathed in a few times to try and relax. That scene had been intense, I could never have imagined such a thing existing behind the golden door above.
Someone moved near me, people bustling to exit down the tunnel. I was jostled, so I mumbled a quick apology. As I twisted back around, I found myself face to face with the man who'd been watching me from the wall.
His voice was smooth as smoke. “Hello there, I don't believe we've met. Are you new?”
Oh, shit. “Um, uh,” I sputtered, wishing I could melt into the
Soundlessly, he looked back to the bound woman and the other man.
I breathed out in relief. He doesn't care, why am I worried? Everyone else is watching. I'm fine, I don't stand out.
The blonde woman panted loudly, unable to move enough to rock the Master's cock into her. It was clearly torture, being tied down and teased. Blood quickened in my veins when I helplessly imagined myself in a similar predicament.
Watching this is actually turning me on, what's wrong with me? I'd never been interested in this kind of kink before.
Long fingers curled into her mop of hair, pulling her head back. Her lips parted in a silent cry of delight. He crouched, whispering into her ear. I couldn't hear what was said, but I wished I had.
Whatever it was, it made the woman cry out, clear as a bell. “Yes! Yes Master, of course!”
With a slow thrust, his plump cock slid into her from behind. I wondered what that felt like, after being tormented for so long. To finally have such a hard length filling her completely. It had to feel amazing, right? So warm and thick and...
Wow, I need to calm down!
Reaching up, I wiped at the back of my neck. Every inch of me was alive, and still, my senses heightened more as I watched the pair fucking on the table. He moved with purpose, holding her jaw, talking or nibbling at her ear.
The blonde had no control, the one she kept calling 'Master' was able to use her at his leisure. He chose the speed, the force, and the woman could only accept what he gave.
I resisted a lusty hiss between my teeth when he abruptly rocked his hips, burying himself in the woman so hard the impact of flesh rang in the room.
Shifting anxiously, I squeezed my knees. My panties were soaked.
Again and again, he held her down and fucked her. Finally, he reached back between her legs with his slippery fingers. The way the woman squealed, I was positive he'd started rubbing her clit.
My mind was on a ride.
I pictured being bent over, made to scream in front of all these people; a strong man casually fucking me... teasing me towards the pressure of release...
I wonder how that woman got into this situation?
Suddenly, the blonde screamed, a hoarse sound that betrayed what had happened. Her thighs quivered, then they grew weak. Gold-Mask thrust into her a few more times, letting her hair go so her head could rest on the table.
She came, didn't she? I just watched her, everyone watched her!
My belly fluttered, flesh prickling with a growing ache. Watching the man, his arms flexing, his rhythm slowing, I was confused when he suddenly pulled free. His cock, hard and angry in the air, was coiled in his fist.
Rapidly, he jerked his own length. The explosion of pearly liquid hit the woman's ass, coating her skin and dripping down. Standing there, he rubbed the slippery head of his cock on her hip, then tucked it away in his trousers.
With one more final, crisp slap on her thigh, he turned towards us and smiled. “Cora, clean her up and untie her. Make arrangements for her auction.”
“Yes, Master.” A woman, her hair in a woven, raven braid, offered him a glass of water and a small towel. She began unbinding the blonde, washing her skin as she did so.
The room rumbled to life, everyone starting to move around and talk. It was like a spell had been broken, it reminded me of a crowd after a movie had ended.
Turning my head, I breathed in a few times to try and relax. That scene had been intense, I could never have imagined such a thing existing behind the golden door above.
Someone moved near me, people bustling to exit down the tunnel. I was jostled, so I mumbled a quick apology. As I twisted back around, I found myself face to face with the man who'd been watching me from the wall.
His voice was smooth as smoke. “Hello there, I don't believe we've met. Are you new?”
Oh, shit. “Um, uh,” I sputtered, wishing I could melt into the
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