Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
I untied my red silk robe. It slowly fell down my shoulders, my arms, and glided down the rest of my body, to pool at my heels. I let the gentle lure of the music guide my movements, the drugs and alcohol that flowed through my system, made it easy to do so. Easy to get lost in the melody that I was creating for all to see.
I was there, but I wasn’t.
I danced around in a sea of emptiness and longing, it moved around me easily, carelessly, harshly.
It was all and it was nothing.
It made me full and it made me empty.
It pleased me and it dismayed me.
I didn’t care. I was there to do a job. To be a VIP. I played my part beautifully, just as I always did. Letting myself get taken away on empty promises of nothing, but somehow seemed like everything.
I took off the rest of my lingerie. My body swayed to the progression of the music, not missing a beat. Soon my bra and panties were on the floor next to my robe. The heels stayed on, they always stayed on.
It was a rehearsed routine. One I refined through the years. I was on a stage performing, like one of those ballerinas in a jewelry box; turning in circles with nowhere to go, but too lovely to stop. You found yourself twisting the silver knob at the back of the box, before the music stopped playing, and the illusion was gone.
Rough and callused hands touched me everywhere, from my neck to my shoulders, and down my arms, to my legs. When one touched my mound, I purred like the perfect pussy would. They lowered me onto my knees and held my arms securely at my back; I couldn’t move unless they allowed it. A soft, flat instrument trailed from my neck, down to my pussy, taking its time on the way down; awakening nerve-endings with its gentle glide. It slapped against my folds, making me spread my legs further apart. That’s when I realized it was a riding crop.
They slapped it against my clit a few times till my body surrendered, and all the will to fight was gone. Not that I had any to begin with. Fingers soothed the sensitive nub, and it had me withering against their touch.
“Do you want to come?” I heard Marc taunt.
When I didn’t answer, the crop smacked against my stomach, and then my breast. See, this was a game… they didn’t want me to answer. They wanted to fuck with me, and they knew I was well aware of what was expected of me. Fingers pushed into my opening, angling it directly toward my g-spot, and my mouth parted.
“Do you want to come?” Marc demanded once again.
“Yes…” I surrendered. I could feel everyone smiling around me, the heat off their composures, radiating against my skin.
“Beg. Fucking beg for it,” he ordered in the same commanding tone.
Something much harder slapped against my ass, and I begged to come. I pleaded until come was dripping out of me, and my body was trembling with aftershocks of my intense climax.
“Good girl,” he praised.
I didn’t have time to recover, I was shoved onto my hands and knees, and the crop smacked my ass yet again. They wanted me to crawl to my owner for the night. Once I felt his slacks against my face, I rubbed my cheeks and lips up and down, all around his cock. Exactly how they wanted me to.
He was rock hard; I could smell his potent pheromones and arousal for me.
Only me.
I heard the unbuckling of a belt, and then his dick was smacked against my face; I immediately opened my mouth.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I did and I was rewarded with pre-come that I licked off the head of his cock. He thrusted forward an inch, and I sucked his dick into my mouth, making sure to create a tight suction. He quickly removed it, and spit fell down the sides of my face, which was urgently licked off by someone else. I assumed it was another VIP. When she was done, the crop smacked my ass again, and I knew they wanted me to crawl up his body.
I made sure that my breasts, stomach, and pussy touched from his calves, to his thighs, stopping for a second when they reached his dick. I gently and tortuously sat myself on his lap. His shaft placed between my folds. I rolled my hips in a front to back motion, my wetness making it easy to do so. The blindfold also made it easy to stay in my own mind, lost among the serenity, harmony, and drug of the music.
I felt hands all over me once again; touching my breasts and gripping my thighs, making me dry fuck him harder and faster. I could feel myself about to come, and my head fell back onto a body that was waiting.