Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 887(@200wpm)___ 710(@250wpm)___ 591(@300wpm)
“What scene do you want to check out first?”
I wet my lips while scanning the crowd. It’s almost overwhelming. There’s so much skin on display I feel overdressed even while wearing a T-shirt as a dress, but it doesn’t seem tacky.
It’s making me hot.
Mistaking the hue on my cheeks as embarrassment, Vlad leads us past a glass-wall cubicle where three men and one woman are performing.
As more scenes come into view, he says, “You don’t have to participate. You can just watch.”
“And if I want to participate?”
I check whose hand is warming my back when Vlad answers, “I’ll die a very happy man.”
A peculiar sensation prickles the fine hairs on my nape when he directs us into a closed-off room all men entering with us veer for first.
A man wearing a black mask is getting head from a woman with her hands tied behind her back. Her eyes bulge with each deep dive of his cock, and she looks in her element.
Although we’ve just arrived, it appears their set has been going for some time. The blonde’s thighs are drenched from multiple orgasms, and the satin straps of her sequin mask are damp with sweat. Her curvy backside also looks newly paddled.
How do I know she was recently spanked? Her backside is housing the same red handprints mine did for over a week after I left Andrik’s country mansion, and they have a freshly spanked appearance with raised red edges.
Over the next several minutes, Vlad and I stand shoulder to shoulder, watching but not speaking.
It is a raunchy scene, but no matter how much my heart pleads for me to look away, I can’t.
The blonde is on her knees and bound, though she appears to have all the control. Her every desire is the forefront of her partner’s mind. The way he pays attention to each moan she releases while he feeds his cock in and out of her mouth is a sure-fire sign. And let’s not forget that she is only on her knees because her every whim was answered, so the focus can now shift to her partner.
Her drenched thighs assure me of this—as does personal experience from not that long ago.
Knowing her needs are being placed before his own is a massive turn-on. I’ve only had that happen a handful of times. Those experiences were mind-blowing. But I can’t think about him now. I’m here to forget him. To move on.
I’m here to let my body’s wants be heard instead of having it judged for its “supposed” failures.
I am sick of the negativity I’ve been forced to swallow anytime sex is mentioned. It is meant to be a beautiful display of how femininity and masculinity blur all barriers, not a chore with one purpose—reproduction.
Even if it is just for a night, I want to cherish how good sex can make people feel, and that it doesn’t always come with an agenda of terms and conditions.
The scene before me, the selfishness of pleasure, is something I’ve always hoped to achieve. To be wanted so fiercely no barrier is too strong to overcome is an addiction more potent than any drug on the market.
I’ve wanted it forever.
And I had it for half a second.
I shake my head to rid it of inappropriate thoughts before shifting my focus back to the scene playing out before me. My panties cling to the lines of my pussy when the man’s grunts increase. He isn’t solely responding to how good the blonde’s lips feel around his pulsating shaft. He’s moaning in response to her eye contact.
She stares up at him, coaxing him to come with a hooded gaze barely seen beneath a silver mask.
My thighs press together when he answers her numerous silent requests thirty seconds later. He grunts through his release, which the blonde swallows without a single objection firing through her hooded eyes, before he demands her to move to a studded chaise in the corner of the space.
They move so fluidly together I wouldn’t be surprised to discover they’ve played together at Vixens previously. They have a spark no amount of sexual chemistry could mimic. Two stars in the sky, perfectly aligning for one hell of a show.
Within seconds, the blonde is arched over the chaise, and the male participant enters her from behind.
“Do they not use protection?” I ask Vlad, my voice barely a whisper, like I’m afraid the couple making me a sticky mess may hear me and stop performing. When Vlad remains quiet, I ram my elbow into his ribs, my eyes unmoving from the erotic imagery better than any porn I’ve watched. “Vlad.”
“Sorry. Ah. What did you say?” His voice is husky with desire.
I understand its roughness. My throat is dry. My pussy, however, is on the other end of the scale. There’s something carnal about seeing a man’s cock coated in a woman’s arousal without the flimsy barrier of latex Andrik forgot…