by Bridy McAvoy
Their hostess was obviously not yet finished as she took the black garment in her teeth, leaving her hands free to take hold of the bottom of Rebecca’s dress, now at waist height, and winked at her audience. In one smooth motion she pulled the dress up and over Rebecca’s head, muffling the gasp as the garment now fell forward to dangle uselessly on Rebecca’s spread arms. Her entire nude body was now on display, from the back at least, to the watchers on the deck and Peter could see her back heaving as she panted for breath. He could only guess what she must look like, in such a wanton state, from the front.
“It’s time, honey, spread.”
Lizzie’s command was low voiced but carried to where Peter was sitting. Rebecca moaned softly again but did as she was told, opening her feet to about two feet apart and shuffling them back slightly allowing her back to arch. This, of course, pushed her ass out and up enough to expose part of her pussy to Peter and Susie. As this happened, Susie squeezed Peter’s prick and his own gasp was an audible counterpoint to Rebecca’s.
The view of Rebecca’s cleanly shaven pussy was obscured almost immediately as Lizzie dropped her free hand to the junction of her captive’s legs and began to caress the tiny area between her pussy and her asshole. Immediately Rebecca pushed her ass back into Lizzie’s hand, both in an attempt to increase the pressure of the contact as well as to invite her neighbor to do more. Lizzie responded and inched her hand between Rebecca’s legs to stroke her fingers up and down the length of her slit which was now oozing moisture. Lizzie removed her hand and turned it to show her audience the slick shiny coating Rebecca had involuntarily deposited on her fingers.
Rebecca was vocalizing her pleasure almost continuously now and Lizzie returned her attention to the captive. One hand was still clutching Rebecca’s panties. Lizzie looked at them and then at the two people avidly watching the proceedings.
“What should I do with these? I need to put them somewhere.”
Susie giggled and she squeezed Peter’s cock as she replied.
“Put them inside rather than outside.”
“Oh!”
The loud exclamation from Rebecca as she registered the import of her blonde neighbor’s comment muffled the corresponding groan from Peter as he, too, realized what Lizzie intended.
Chapter 32
Peter watched spellbound as Lizzie reached down between Rebecca’s legs with the hand holding the not insubstantial black lace panties. Unerringly, her fingertips found the opening to the brunette’s pussy. Rebecca shuddered at the contact and Peter could see she was more than willing as she thrust her hips back to increase and prolong the contact on her slit. Susie was continuing to manipulate his erection rhythmically and he licked his lips as the scene played out in front of him.
Lizzie’s second hand now joined its mate and pushed gently on Rebecca’s inner thigh indicating for her to spread her legs wider apart, which Rebecca did without demurring. She moaned as Lizzie introduced the first part of the fabric into her slit, pushing it in with her fingers as the other hand cradled the rest of the garment. Lizzie withdrew her fingers, leaving that part of the panties inside Rebecca. A moment later two fingers thrust into her, dragging more of the lace inside her vagina, then again and again. Slowly the black lace slid into Rebecca who was finding it impossible to hold still, her hips churning from the stimulation.
Suddenly the handcuffed brunette’s body spasmed and she let out an almost primal scream as the orgasm took her up and over. Lizzie managed to hold her upright as her legs almost collapsed. The force of the orgasm expelled about half of the panties from her slit but the contractions held on to the remaining fragment of lace. As soon as the orgasmic waves had passed, Lizzie recommenced pushing the panties back inside her.
Finally, after what was probably only a couple of minutes, but felt like much more to all four of them, the whole garment was pushed inside Rebecca’s pussy, leaving just an inch of elastic waistband dangling below.
“How did that feel, sweetie?”
Lizzie’s question drew another moan from Rebecca who, despite no further stimulation, couldn’t control the movements of her hips which were dipping and circling frantically.
“It feels strange but… God, it feels good!”
“Now, how do you think we should remove them?”
“Anyway you want!”
Rebecca panted out her response, her movements rapidly pushing her toward another orgasm.
“I’ll get them out.”
Susie’s interjection startled all of them as the tall blonde let go of her purchase on Peter’s member and levered herself out of her chair.
Lizzie cocked an eyebrow at her and, from behind Peter, recognized Susie’s nod in response to the unspoken question. Susie was obviously up to it and, for that matter, up for it.
“How are you going to do that?”
Lizzie’s question had brought Rebecca’s head round to look at the blonde who had surprisingly made no move toward her.
“With my teeth, how else?”
Peter’s startled exclamation was drowned out once more as Susie’s words induced another climax for her.
“Be my guest.”
Susie chuckled at Lizzie’s words but, instead of moving over to the convulsing Rebecca, she turned to Peter instead.
“I’ll need something to replace them with. Would you mind removing mine for me?”
The blonde moved a step closer to him, holding her arms out to the side, obviously indicating she wanted him to reach up her dress and slide her panties off. Peter licked his lips—he’d known he was going to get laid this afternoon but already the whole scene was exceeding his wildest imaginings.
Slowly he reached out his hands and placed them on Susie’s hips over the dress. The blonde wiggled at the touch.
“That feels nice, honey, but under not over.”
Slowly he slid his hands down the outside of her thighs until he encountered the smooth flesh of her bare legs below the hem of the skirt. Following the instructions she’d just given him, he pushed his hands back up her legs underneath the skirt, reveling in the feel of her soft smooth skin as it rolled past under his fingers. Finally they encountered the widening of her hips and then the thin elastic of the undergarment he was seeking. The skirt had ridden up under the stress of his actions, revealing her wonderful legs to him, although it hadn’t risen high enough to flash him her panties. Taking a deep breath, he hooked his fingertips over the thin waistband and slowly began to draw his hands back down. As the panties descended, Susie wiggled her hips as if reveling in the freedom he was providing for her. His cock lurched inside his boxers as she continued to shimmy while he drew then down onto her thighs. She spread her legs slightly to prevent them sticking at her crotch and, finally, gravity took over and he let go, allowing the white thong to cascade down her long smooth legs. Nimbly she stepped out of them and bent to pick them up, very deliberately giving him a clear view down her cleavage as the dress gaped open, before turning and walking over to join the other two women at the edge of the deck.
* * * *
Carol knew she was in trouble. With Phil close behind her, his hands fondling her ass, and the unidentified woman standing in front of her, she found it increasingly difficult to control her body’s responses. She knew she was almost to the point of cumming and was desperately trying to prevent herself responding in such a way just yet. There was the loud rustle of clothing just in front of her face and suddenly her nostrils were overpowered by the smell of an aroused pussy only a couple of inches from her face.
She moaned, unable to prevent the response as, at the same time, Phil took hold of the thin crotch band of her panties and forcibly dragged it to one side. She felt the flimsy material scratch across her pussy lips and couldn’t prevent the waves of pleasure that emanated from her love center. The moan became a cry, and the cry a guttural groan as, unable to help herself, her body juddered into a climax.
“I told you she was a hot one.”
Phil was
still the only person talking, obviously the woman at her head was replying non-verbally so Carol still couldn’t identify her. The pussy was now pressed against her face and she realized whoever she was still wore her thin panties. Tentatively Carol pushed her tongue out to touch the front panel of the garment pressed against her face, and was rewarded with a twitch as the woman jerked her hips toward her.
Two of Phil’s fingers now penetrated her pussy and she was completely unable to quell the reaction as her hips began to churn. In front of her the woman withdrew and Carol sensed the movement of her hands near her own face before the woman pressed her crotch back against Carol’s lips. As she extended her tongue once more, this time she encountered bare skin, juice slick, and knew the woman had pulled her panties to one side, allowing Carol access to her bare cunt.
The angle wasn’t the best and Carol couldn’t reach the woman’s vagina with her head in this position but she could sense the movement of the woman’s clit under her tongue. Quickly she buried her tongue in the folds of skin surrounding the tiny nub and began to lick in a circular motion, her own breath whistling out of her as she panted. Behind her Phil now had three fingers inside her, pumping in and out, on every stroke his thumb unerringly grazing against her own clit. A moment later his other hand returned to her and his fingertips began to lightly circle her anus. Underneath the mask, her eyes widened as she realized he could easily penetrate her otherwise virgin ass in this position, and there was little she could do to stop the intrusion. Her hips churned frantically in counterpoint to the movements of the woman in front of her.
The mayor’s circling fingers closed in, in ever tighter patterns on her vulnerable asshole, and Carol knew with a certainty that he was about to penetrate her there. The woman in front of her groaned and Carol felt a rush of juices covering her chin as the woman reached her own orgasm just as Phil pushed a probing finger against her sphincter. Two seconds later, as the woman moved away from Carol, Carol herself cried out as her second orgasm tore through her. Her legs and arms trembled as the waves of passion soared through her body but somehow she managed to stay in position rather than collapse.
Suddenly, as if from far away she heard Phil talking to the woman.
“Goodbye, and thank you for coming.”
She realized he, too, had deserted her body as she heard the door lock click, followed by the sound of the door opening and a moment later closing again.
“You can sit up and take the mask off now, Carol.”
She did as she was told, blinking in the sunlight streaming in through the windows, aware she and Phil were alone once more.
“You’ve got ten minutes to get cleaned up and dressed in the contents of the second bag so I suggest you get a move on.”
As she pushed herself to her feet and moved over toward the tiny toilet she had to use as a changing room, she wondered how Peter was doing. With a start she realized it was the first time she’d thought about him since before lunch.
Chapter 33
After stripping off the now soaked panties, she slipped the tiny baby doll over her head and looked around for somewhere to put the garments. Since there was nowhere else she stuffed them into the suit carrier they had come from and opened the second one. At first glance the tiny black mini-dress appeared to be much more decorous than the outfit she had just removed. Phil was watching her through the open door and she caught his eye in the mirror. He was wearing an amused smile on his face as he brought his hand up to his face and delicately sniffed his fingers, the fingers that had been buried inside her vagina only a few minutes earlier. She couldn’t help the slow blush that infused her cheeks and hurriedly extracted the dress from the carrier and pulled it over her head.
Once she’d wriggled it into position, she quickly noticed it covered far less than she’d first thought. The hem of the skirt came down to only a couple of inches below her butt, the slightest movement would expose her naked pussy to the outside world since there were no knickers in the bag. The plunging neckline gaped down below her belly button and the two halves that made up the front of the dress were extremely narrow. Her breasts bulged out of the sides of the dress as well as the central v. Only a tiny diamante catch, some four inches below her nipples, held the two sides together. As she turned to check her profile in the mirror she saw the side view was positively obscene. Phil was still watching her so, to avoid eye contact with her tormentor, she quickly sat down and exchanged the white stockings for the black hold-ups in the bag.
“Come on, Carol, we can’t run late here.”
She glanced at her appearance in the mirror and knew immediately she looked hot, especially with the four inch gap between the top of the stockings and the bottom of the dress. Phil was obviously running to a timetable and his growing impatience pushed Carol into moving more quickly. She slipped her low heels onto her feet and walked out into Phil’s office, pulling the door closed behind her.
“That’s better, you look fabulous, my dear.”
She smiled at him in response as he stood and handed her the sleep mask, motioning her to stand directly behind the couch. She licked her lips in anticipation and slipped the mask over her eyes, wondering what he had in mind this time.
As she heard him move over to the door, Carol remembered the conversation she’d had with Susie about the first time Phil had made Susie pose for him, commando, behind a couch just like this one. She remembered how Susie had told how he’d got her to bend further and further over until her pussy was completely exposed to the camera behind her and how she’d had a huge orgasm merely standing there exposed. Carol shivered at the thought, exacerbated by thinking that in her case it would be something other than a camera behind her! She shivered again as Phil greeted another silent visitor and closed and locked the door once more. Grasping the back of the couch in front of her, she fought a losing battle to try to control her rising excitement at the lewd anticipatory thoughts running through her head.
* * * *
Peter knew he’d died and gone to heaven as he watched the tall blonde sashay across the deck toward the virtually naked Rebecca. Susie was obviously putting effort into her walk as her hips bounced from side to side making the lightweight mini skirt flick in the opposite direction. She was quite literally twirling her own thong on her fingers as she moved toward her tethered victim whose body was wracked by shudders as she anticipated the exquisite torture to come.
A moment later, he felt a light touch on his shoulders and almost jumped out of the chair. Lizzie had, unnoticed, moved from her position next to Rebecca and had crept up behind him and was now massaging his shoulders as she chuckled at his reaction.
“I think we’ll both get a better view of the show from here.”
She leaned down, pressing her cheek against his as she ran her hand down over his shirt to grasp his manhood.
“I can see you’re enjoying it so far. The best is yet to come so keep it under control a bit longer, tiger.”
She gave him a playful squeeze before straightening and resuming her gentle massage of his shoulders.
“Are you ready for this, sweetie?”
Susie’s musically voiced question brought a nod from Rebecca as Susie gracefully dropped to her knees behind her before sinking further and curling her legs underneath her body, exposing a sumptuous length of thigh to the two people watching. Peter licked his lips, wondering just how Susie was going to do this and then gasped as she shuffled herself in between Rebecca’s legs, lithely tuning to face Peter and Lizzie from within the frame of the brunette’s wide-spread legs. Rebecca’s pussy, with the scrap of black lace dangling from it, was now right in front of Susie’s face and Peter was now certain she intended to extract the item using her teeth, not her fingers, exactly as she had said she would. Not only that but she was adjusting her own position as well, straightening her legs out in front of her before allowing them to separate. A moment later he heard a gasp from Lizzie as the blonde tented her knees, allowing her skirt to fall back higher
onto her thighs, and revealing her own pussy slit to her avid audience.
The blonde now lifted her hands to the inside of Rebecca’s thighs and began to caress the naked legs, bringing visible trembles from the delectable flesh and further vocal moans from the brunette’s lips. Slowly she slid her hands higher up the legs, raising her own knees to display herself even more. A moment later, she brought her head forward and pushed her nose onto Rebecca’s clit, raising an even louder outcry from the captive. She continued to move her head forward, tilting it to allow her teeth to gain a purchase on the black lace.
Rebecca’s hips were churning again, the woman unable to prevent the sensations Susie was inducing from pushing her close to the edge once more. Susie began a gentle chewing motion and Peter realized she wasn’t merely extracting the now sodden garment from Rebecca’s pussy, but was taking it into her own mouth in order to savor the taste of her neighbor.
“Hot, isn’t it?”
Lizzie breathed her question into his ear as her hands again moved from his shoulders down onto his chest. Peter merely nodded, unable to take his eyes off the incredible sight in front of him.
The extraction of the panties from Rebecca’s pussy was giving the handcuffed woman as much pleasure as the insertion had, more perhaps. It was also clear Susie was enjoying the experience as well as she spread her legs further and higher, showing her own unfurling pussy lips now glistening with her own moisture.
Finally, the last part of the black panties dropped clear of Rebecca’s pulsating slit and Susie retained them in her mouth as she now picked up her own thong and prepared to replace it in Rebecca’s cavity.
