Immoral Views

by Kay Jaybee

  Signalling Amanda to join Sara, Scott instructed them to free Carrie’s ankles. Hoping they would also free her arms, Carrie was instantly disappointed when she was forced to shuffle across the floor still attached to one chair, her arms uncomfortably stretched down the sturdy spindles, the strain in her neck only marginally relieved as she was repositioned to the right of the bed.

  All eyes were now on the ultra-erect Robert, who was sweating so much from the effort of not cumming that this chest looked as if it had been oiled.

  The Ringmaster, who’d evidently been enjoying the show as much as the audience — if the lump in his leggings was anything to go by — stood next to Scott.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, I think you’ll all agree that Robert here has excelled himself. He has watched a beautiful young woman become the subject of a mouth-watering concoction of erotically challenging experiences. And yet he has remained in total control! The incredible willpower of Master Robert has won through again, and for this, he shall be rewarded!”

  Tethered, Carrie scraped the wooden legs against the floor as she twisted to get a better view of Scott. His eyes were firmly fixed on Robert. Or, to be more exact, on Robert’s cock.

  The hairs on the back of Carrie’s neck stood up. Lifting her head as much as physically possible, she understood what it was that Scott wanted her to know. She also knew he wasn’t going to tell her. He was going to show her. He was going to make her watch.

  Acting on unspoken orders, the two female assistants moved to the bed, undid Robert’s restraints, and eased him from the metal frame. Just as she’d suspected, Carrie could see that his back was imprinted with the outline of every spring against which he’d been pinioned for the last hour. She was amazed to see his cock emerge from its leather prison still solid. It glistened with pre-cum and was dangerously close to release, as Robert was bent over the wooden chair from which she had just been freed.

  Staring at his lover with an odd defiance, as if he was challenging her to cope with what she was about to see, Scott instructed the other women to release Carrie’s hands, and to assist her to her feet.

  Determined not to let herself down, Carrie was still unable to prevent her mewls of shame-tinted pleasure as Amanda came up behind her and cupped her tits. Accompanied by eager encouragement from the crowd, the pseudo-circus performer began to rub her thumbs over Carrie’s nipples, turning them to little stones. Scott’s cock sprung up from between his zip fly as he walked towards the crouched Robert, while Sara knelt before Carrie. With her head resting against Carrie’s crotch, the redhead inhaled the strong scent of damp pussy as she ran her turquoise fingernails up the inside of Carrie’s quivering thighs.

  While her flesh leapt beneath the glorious attention of the two women, Carrie’s eyes remained transfixed on her boyfriend as he retrieved a condom from his back pocket. She was about to shout out for Scott to stop, to fuck her and not Robert, but her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat.

  Her eyes were on stalks. Without preparation or ceremony, Scott notched his bloated cock up to Robert’s anus. A jealousy like Carrie had never known assailed her. She had to stop this, and there was only one way. If she shouted out the safe word. If she screamed ‘Circus’. Then she wouldn’t have to witness the dick she so badly wanted inside her, disappearing within someone else. The fact that it was a man’s ass was mere geography. After the whipping and humiliation she’d endured, she’d earned that cock! That beautiful prick should be hers!

  Moistening her mouth so she could speak, Carrie took in a ragged, shallow gasp. The word ‘Circus!’ had almost escaped her when, just as Scott crammed himself into the prone man, Sara bit her teeth into Carrie’s soaking pussy, bringing forth a screech of tormented pleasure. Refusing to be left out of the melee, Amanda forsook her comparatively gentle attention to Carrie’s tits, grabbed a slender bamboo cane from the overturned umbrella stand, and struck viciously at Carrie’s inflamed nipples.

  Carrie’s breath shot from her body like a bullet — the safety word dissolving in her throat before it left her shocked mouth. Burning with an all-consuming delicious agony, Carrie felt as though her tits and clit had been hotwired together. Every precise hit to her scarlet breasts sent electric shocks of blissful suffering to her cunt.

  Pumping furiously into Robert, Scott kept staring at Carrie, locking his dark crystal eyes into hers as she began to overdose on the attention she was receiving. Scott’s mouth was moving. He was shouting. Barley audible above the noise of the all-out orgy that had erupted in the stalls, Carrie heard her boyfriend yell, “When we get home, I am SO going to kiss those tits better!!”

  Her replying cry of “OH FUCK YESSSSS!!!……” morphed into a howl of ecstasy as she came. Her orgasm erupted perfectly in sync with Robert’s, as he coated the floor and furniture beneath him with heavy, copious spurts of cream, bellowing with animal relief. As the relentless convulsions of orgasm overtook Carrie’s helpless body, she crumpled to her knees. That was when she knew Scott had been right. She was loving this. Especially now that she knew he intended to keep up this libidinous onslaught once they got home!

  Pulling out of Robert’s spasming backside, Scott dumped his condom and, knocking away Amanda’s cane, sprayed his own jism across Carrie’s engorged bosom. The splashes of his hot paste triggered a third wave of climax, which rode on the back of her second. The exhaustive intensity of her concurrent orgasms left Carrie with barely enough strength to support herself, and she collapsed backwards onto her elbows.

  As Carrie ceased shuddering in the aftermath of her dual climax, the Ringmaster fell to the floor in front of her. Scott smiled down at them as he spoke.

  “I’m sure you’ll understand that I had to make a deal with our host here, the man I pay to manage this place. He had to ensure that you were the subject of The Circus this evening. And I had to make it worth his while to do so.

  “So I had to bribe him….with these.” Scott pointed to Carrie’s semen-slick breasts, gleaming in their burlap window.

  With the hunger of a famished man, the Ringmaster dove forwards, gobbling the spent cum from Carrie’s glazed, salty-sweet flesh.

  As they gave the audience their last dose of voyeuristic excitement for the evening, Scott muttered in Carrie’s ear, “Did you enjoy being in the show, honey? Was I right?”

  Carrie grinned up at him, her whole being quivering against the fervid caresses of the Ringmaster’s tongue, which felt strangely tame after the erotic excesses of the hour before.

  “I told you earlier, sweetheart. I’ve always loved the circus!”

  Inside Looking Out

  ♦♦♦♦

  Lexie Bay

  London, England: Present day

  As Izzy stepped out of the warmth of the black cab, the chill air of a Soho night whipped around her, blowing her hair and slipping up the inside of her dress, almost revealing to the busy street that she was wearing nothing underneath. Her nipples hardened as the icy breeze fingered her naked pussy, sending a frisson of delicious heat through her in stark contrast to the cold. She turned to pay the driver and gasped as the wind lifted her skirt again. Grabbing the hem to save her modesty, she giggled to herself at the irony of trying to look demure while getting out of the cab, when in just a few moments she would be stalking the corridors of one of London’s biggest and most infamous orgies, wearing next to nothing.

  She stood outside the huge old-fashioned building and gazed up at it. It had taken her months to get here. She had networked with the best; blagging invitations to parties where she knew the big league guys would be, using her family name and her father’s notoriety in business to influence anyone who would listen, and finally it had paid off. She had caught the eye of an ageing CEO at a private dinner party and he had offered her the golden ticket to the biggest event of the year. The wind whisked up again, making her shiver, as she pulled her mask down over her face.

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ny of using her father’s contacts and the family name was not lost on her. The very same power that her father had wielded to get her a place at the prestigious University in Oxford, England, where he had been so proud of her and her achievements, was now her ticket to further the hedonistic lifestyle that he so hated. He still funded her, but he had given up on trying to mould her into Katy, the older sister that Izzy could never emulate. Katy had married the man their father had picked for her, a man who had money and power but no charm or passion. She stayed at home with their children while he did whatever he wanted with whomever he wanted. It seemed as though Katy hadn’t smiled in years. Izzy knew that she herself would never, could never, give up everything in the way her sister had. Katy would never stand on the brink of adventure outside a notorious club, adrenaline flooding her body as she anticipated the night ahead. Izzy turned her attention back to the imposing building in front of her.

  The annual event was always a masquerade ball, the elaborate masks an essential part of the night and this year the theme was “The Call of the Wild”. Izzy had researched the event for months and she knew that what you wore was almost as important as what you didn’t. The animal theme had inspired her and she had chosen to come dressed as a gazelle, wanting to look vulnerable and submissive. Izzy had spent a fortune having a costume made and she knew she looked amazing; the front of the dress showing off her cleavage to maximum effect and the back leaving very little to the imagination as it clung to her full, round bottom.

  Izzy looked up and down the street then climbed the stone steps to the imposing front door. As she did, she couldn’t help thinking about the journey that had brought her to this point.

  Baytown, Texas: 12 years earlier

  The noise from the party was unbelievable. Izzy wouldn’t have been surprised if her mother and father could hear it from the Caribbean. She’d given up trying to sleep and was lying there listening to the bass pounding through the floor. Another couple tried her door, banging and cursing when they found it locked. She stuck her head under her pillow again but it was useless. If she wanted to get any sleep she was going to have to go sleep in her car. Again. Her sister’s parties were legendary around their neighbourhood and this one looked set to be another all-nighter.

  Izzy had only stayed up to see Caleb, Katy’s gorgeous boyfriend. But he and Katy had had an argument, and now she was crying in the kitchen while Caleb was out somewhere with his boys.

  She sighed. The noise was unbearable so she grabbed the duvet and wrapped it around her. She used the back stairs and slipped into the huge garage unnoticed. It was silent — her dad had soundproofed the garage a few years before when their brother went through his grunge phase. Izzy unlocked her car and dragged her duvet into the back seat. She wound down the window for air, wrapped herself up and closed her eyes.

  She’d been asleep only a couple of minutes when a loud noise jerked her awake. Heart pounding she sat up, wrapping the duvet tighter around her.

  What the fuck was it?

  A shaft of light fell across the floor and two bodies stumbled into view.

  Great, I can’t even escape from them in here, she thought. They weren’t talking but she could hear the unmistakable sounds of making out. Peeking through the window, she could see them clearly in the glow of the hall light. She froze. It was Caleb and Suzy.

  What the hell were they doing in here? And where was Katy? Izzy watched, fascinated as their lips squashed against each other, hands everywhere, oblivious to her. Izzy melted as she looked at Caleb. His dark hair was messy, the fringe framing his beautiful face, his lashes brushing his cheeks as he closed his eyes, lost in the kiss. He was wearing the same uniform all the football players wore, tight jeans, white t-shirt and team jacket; and Izzy felt her heart squeeze and her stomach flip-flop the way it always did when he was around.

  Caleb backed Suzy up against the wall and started unbuttoning her blouse. Izzy thought Suzy would freak out but instead she started unbuckling his belt, her fingers slipping in her desperation to get it undone. Izzy’s mouth hung open in shock. Suzy was president of the Chastity Club at school, spending all her time preaching about the benefits of waiting! Caleb finished with her top, dropping it to the floor before dipping his head to kiss the soft flesh spilling out the top of her bra. His fingers slid underneath the edges, easing it over her breasts. Suzy’s head fell back as Caleb let his fingers graze her nipples, hard and pink in the cool of the garage.

  “Shit Suze, your tits are amazing, baby.”

  “Better than Katy’s, huh? I don’t know why you don’t just dump her.”

  “She’s head cheerleader, Suze. I have to be with her. It’s good for the team. Besides, it’s so much fun sneaking around behind her back.”

  He shrugged off his jacket and grinned at her, flexing the muscles in his arms to show off, then bent down and sucked a nipple into his mouth, a soft moan escaping his lips as he did.

  Izzy was transfixed, watching everything play out in front of her. They had no idea she was there. She realised that she should have said something when she first saw them, because now it was too late. If she got out now they’d think she’d been watching deliberately. She swallowed hard. Well they’d be right, she thought. I am.

  Caleb pulled his t-shirt over his head, his short dark hair ruffling with the effort. The tent in his jeans was prominent as his erection jutted out towards Suzy. Izzy held her breath as she realised Suzy was fiddling with the buttons at the front of his jeans. She had imagined Caleb naked so many times, was she actually going to see it for real? The sight of his naked chest was already making her wet. She imagined being wrapped in his big strong arms, pressing her cheek against his skin. Surely someone would come in and find them. She hoped it wasn’t Katy — the shit would really hit the fan is she found them! Izzy was willing to bet that her sister had no idea that Caleb had even come back to the house.

  She realised she was holding her breath, waiting for Suzy to unbutton his fly. There was a warmth between her legs and her nipples had grown hard….just like Suzy’s. God she wished she was her. She wanted to feel Caleb’s soft lips against hers, wanted him to look at her the way he was looking at Suzy. His eyes were heavy with lust, his skin flushed, and his hands all over her body.

  Suzy was fumbling with the buttons and he pushed her back, taking control, effortlessly flicking open his button-fly, and allowing his jeans to drop to the floor to reveal white shorts. Like a scene from a Levi’s ad, Izzy thought, nearly giggling with the excitement of the situation. Her breath was steaming up the glass and she wiped the window quietly, desperate to see what happened next. It wasn’t that she didn’t know. She’d spent enough time talking to her girlfriends. And last year she’d played spin the bottle, ending up in the cupboard with Kyle from her class. She recalled his big hands, how he’d shoved one up her top and tried to get another up her skirt while he ransacked her mouth with his tongue. Her main memory was of how much spit there’d been, rather than feeling turned on. What Caleb and Suzy were doing looked a lot more fun, and it clearly wasn’t the first time for either of them. She felt briefly sorry for her sister, until Caleb slid his boxers down his legs and she got her first look at his cock, thrusting up proudly in front of him. She almost gasped, clapping her hand over her mouth before her body gave her away. Her pussy flooded her pyjamas as she stared at him.

  Suzy ran her tongue over her glossy red lips and smiled up at Caleb. She was still wearing her skirt, but instead of taking it off she dropped to her knees in front of him. Caleb leaned back against the wall and, as Izzy watched, Suzy ran her tongue over the swollen head of his cock, and then took the whole shaft deep into her mouth.

  Caleb shivered, his eyes rolling back in his head, a loud moan echoing around the garage. “Ohhhh.....baby, that’s it….Take it all down.”

  Watching Suzy’s blonde curls bobbing up and down, Izzy couldn’t help herself and her fingers wandered over her
breasts, stroking her nipples. She was so hot watching them, she had to touch herself. It was like the movie that her best mate James had shown her last year, but for real. Caleb’s fingers were tangled in Suzy’s hair, pulling her against him, thrusting into her mouth. She made a small choking sound and slapped his leg.

  “Sorry baby,” he moaned. “I can’t help it, you’re so fucking hot.”

  Izzy’s fingers slipped into her pyjama bottoms and she wriggled out of them. She felt naughty, almost but not quite party to the erotic scene that was playing out in front of her, her naked skin against the soft leather of the back seat. Watching Caleb fucking Suzy’s mouth, Izzy slowly stroked her finger across her pussy, teasing herself, pulling gently at the soft curls that covered her. She was so wet, she slipped her finger into the soft warmth, biting her lip as she stroked herself, her clit throbbing. She looked down, watching her fingers slide between her lips, watching the pink folds swallowing her, just like Suzy swallowed Caleb.

  “I want to fuck you,” Caleb said, pulling Suzy to her feet; and Izzy closed her eyes imagining he was talking to her. She spread her legs wide, the cool air from the garage contrasting against the throbbing heat of her pussy, imagining Caleb watching her touch herself. She pushed another finger inside herself, her thumb grazing her clit, bucking against her hand.

  She looked out of the window again just as Caleb unzipped Suzy’s skirt. It fell to the floor and Izzy was mesmerised. Suzy wasn’t wearing any panties.

  “You like?” she asked, running her hands down her body and kicking her skirt away.

  She was left wearing nothing but her high heels and Caleb made a kind of growling, sighing noise, his fingers reaching out to her, turning her around. He pulled her against him, his swollen dick pressing against her back, giving Izzy a perfect view of Suzy’s pussy. It was completely hairless, showing every curve of her lips, glistening in the soft light as Caleb spread her legs. Suzy leaned her head on his shoulder, her eyes closed as his fingers explored her. Izzy watched as he circled her clit, her own fingers mirroring his, wanting to feel exactly what Suzy was feeling. Suzy’s knees buckled as he pinched and rolled her hard nub, making her whimper; a soft mewling noise that made Izzy quiver.