by Nikki Wild
The glass separating us didn’t matter. We were connected in a way that surpassed physical boundaries.
That glass was nothing but a false barrier. I knew if I looked up, if I stared into someone else’s eyes, that they, too, would feel what I was feeling. That they would become me. That they would be fucked by Bear just as I hard as I was being fucked by him.
I guess I’d become just as possessive as Bear had.
I didn’t want to share him. I didn’t want anyone else imagining his cock plunging into them. I didn’t want anyone else to know the pleasure I’d come to claim as my own.
But I had no choice. Because Bear didn’t see it that way. To him, he was flaunting his possession and according to the pulsing thickness between his legs, it turned him on greatly. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t have the same effect on me. I was soaked, quivering, shaking and dying for him to touch me again.
I stood in front of the bed and he pulled my dress over my head.
Left naked, wearing nothing but my choker, stocking and shoes, my body shook with nervousness. He reached down to my bare pussy and nodded his approval.
“Remind me to send Daisy a big tip,” he winked. I smiled, nodding as I stared into his beautiful eyes.
He pushed me gently and I fell back onto the bed. Marie was already naked, and Bruce pushed her back from the other side.
We landed together, her head level to my hips and mine level with hers. She reached over, grabbing my hand and squeezing, interlacing her fingers with mine.
“Chloe, this is going to be amazing!” she whispered. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Marie,” I whispered back, my eyes glued to Bear. Bear and Bruce stripped down as Marie and I watched. I couldn’t see Bruce, but just knowing he was naked now, his exposed cock mere inches away from me, blew my mind.
I kept my focus on Bear, his ripped muscles coming into view slowly as his clothes melted away. He peered encouragingly into my eyes, keeping me close, giving me the courage I needed to get through this.
“I love you,” he mouthed, before crawling along my body, his mouth crashing into mine. I melted into his kiss, hungry for the comfort of his safety, searching for our magical dark place so I could hide there, pretend nobody was watching and lose the nervous butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
He pulled his mouth away, trailing kisses down my jaw, his tongue darting out and licking my neck. I threw my head to the side, moaning at the delicious slide of his warm tongue. He moved down slowly, kissing my collarbone and then licking down to my nipple, his tongue swirling around it as it hardened into a tiny pebble that he bit down onto.
I cried out, reaching up and sinking my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer, wishing he would bite harder. I was still feeling shy and doing my best to keep my mouth shut, to keep the words that were threatening to fall from my lips closed up tight behind my throat. He sucked my other nipple, sending shocks of pleasure thorough my body, waking up every inch of flesh.
Slowly, he crawled down my body, his lips lighting up my skin with each feathery kiss, each stroke of his hot tongue. As hard as I tried, I couldn’t forget where we were.
Marie’s hand squeezed mine and I couldn’t help but open my eyes and steal a glance. Bruce was between her legs, lapping at her pussy and I smiled at the sound of her cries echoing through the room. I looked over at the window and gasped, looking away quickly.
A huge crowd had formed, all eyes on the four of us, their invasive stares like hot beams of sunlight on my skin.
Bear’s tongue licked at the tender flesh on my hips, licking slowly closer and closer to my yearning center. I opened my thighs wider, wanting him closer, deeper.
When his tongue first licked my newly naked lips, I cried out in pleasure. His hot tongue slid smoothly over my bare skin and I couldn’t believe the difference. I’d never shaved my pussy completely before and I’d never before experienced the pure sensual pleasure of his mouth on me like this. When his tongue dipped in, the smooth skin of his face pressed against me, it was like an entirely different world than what I was used to.
He felt closer and that was what I’d been hungry for the whole time. There was nothing between us, just flesh on naked flesh, his tongue reaching inside of me as he fucked me with his mouth, working his skillful magic on my softest, darkest place.
I moaned and whimpered, my body on fire for release. By the slow, sensual slide of his tongue, I could tell he was in no hurry to give it to me. My juices flowed between my legs, his mouth lapping them up as he worked hungrily, licking my pussy with slow, excruciating strokes that threatened to send me over the edge with each lick.
“Bear, please,” I moaned, looking down at him. All I could see were his eyes as he stared up at me, watching every twitch and listening to every moan as he played my body like his own personal instrument. “Fuck me!” I cried, the hunger overcoming me. I didn’t care who was watching anymore. I need him inside of me and I needed it now.
He pulled away from my pussy finally, his mouth glistening with my juices as he slid towards me and kissed me deeply. Our tongues collided, as I licked my juices from his mouth.
He growled, his cock pulsing against my wet pussy. He shifted his hips, the tip of his cock pressing against my entrance. He pushed forward, teasing me with just the tip, his cock head pressing slightly in and then pulling away.
“Please, Bear, please,” I begged.
He teased me, his eyes lighting up with mischief as he pressed the tip in again. I lifted my hips to force him in but he pulled away, shaking his head, his dark eyes admonishing me.
“I’m in control, Beauty,” he growled. “Not you.”
“But Bear, I need you now!” I cried.
“I say when, not you.”
He reached down, gripping his shaft in his hands and rubbing the head of his cock around my clit, pressing down into it, sending shivers of delight through me. I stopped begging with my words, but our eyes were locked together and he knew exactly what I was silently crying out for.
Mercy. Sweet, sweet mercy.
He pushed in again, slowly inching forward more and more, as a smile spread across my face. Deliciously, he inched further in and it took all my strength not to push my hips forward, to let him set the pace, to let him being in control, just as he needed.
Slowly, his cock slid deep inside of me.
He went slow at first, pushing all the way in, opening me up entirely, before slowly sliding out, each inch he pulled out seeming like a huge loss. I needed all of him, I needed him deep, hard and fast. I needed to come. I needed to be fucked by the animal that I knew lingered just below his surface. I squeezed my pussy around his shaft as he dove inside, hoping I could push him over the edge before his torturous restraint killed me.
“You little slut,” he said, looking down at me. “Your squeezing your little cunt around me like a hungry little harlot, aren’t you?” He pressed into me hard and I whimpered with delight.
“Yes,” I whispered, squeezing again. He moaned, shaking his head.
“You’re a bad girl, Beauty,” he said. “Such a horny little slut, aren’t you?”
He slammed into me hard and I shuddered as waves of pleasure rushed through me. He reached up grabbing my chin and turning my face towards the window.
“Open your eyes, Beauty,” he said. Slowly, I opened my eyes to a thousand eyes staring back at us.
“You see those people?” he asked.
I nodded.
“They all want you. All of those men wish they were me," he growled, shoving his cock hard into me. “They all want to fuck you. They want to shove their dirty cocks into your perfect pussy. How does that make you feel, Beauty?”
“It makes me feel beautiful,” I said, the words coming out of me before I’d even registered them. It was true though. I felt wanted. Desired. Beautiful.
“Ah, yes, I bet it does, doesn't it?” Bear growled. He leaned down, bringing his mouth to my ear as he whispered to me. “But
they can’t have your beautiful, perfect pussy, can they?”
“No, Bear,” I cried.
“Why not, Beauty?” he slammed into me, his cock twitching and swelling.
“Because I belong to you, Bear,” I cried, staring deeply into his eyes.
“That’s right, baby, you’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Bear!” I cried.
He let go of my chin and wrapped his fingers around my neck as he began slamming hard into me.
“And this pussy, Beauty? Who does that belong to?”
“It’s your pussy, Bear,” I said.
“That’s right, baby,” he said. “Now, open those thighs wider so all those people can see what they'll never have.”
He pulled out and I whimpered in protest. He reached down grabbing my thighs and opening them up wide as he stepped to the side. He looked out at all the people watching and smiled, my pussy spread open wide, glistening under the harsh bright lights on display for everyone to see. He reached down, rubbing my clit in circles.
“Come for them, Beauty,” he said. "Show them how your pussy clenches when you come, how the juices flow out like a lovely little river, how your little clit becomes all swollen, how it twitches all on it's own…”
His words sent me over the edge. The fact that dozens of strangers were watching, the fact that Bruce and Marie were watching, fucking right next to me, it all built up into a huge feeling that exploded inside of me, my body spasming and quivering as I screamed Bear’s name at the top of my lungs, my juices flowing out of me just as he said they would. My cries mixed with Marie’s and I shuddered at hot, heavy waves of pleasure washed all my inhibitions away.
Bear’s cock hung heavy between his legs and his eyes stormed as he watched me come until it was too much for him. He wasted no time, crawling back on top of my body and slamming back into me, fucking me hard and fast and furious right from the beginning.
I gasped for air, clenching Marie’s hand hard as I stole another glance at Marie and Bruce.
He was on top of her now, kissing her, her naked breasts pressed up against his chest as he slid into her smoothly. She gasped, throwing her head back. She was so fucking pretty, so free, so open.
Bruce’s body was magnificent, too. I couldn’t help but drink him in, my eyes trailing over the beauty of the two of them as their bodies worked together. Her thighs wrapped around his hips and he sank inside of her, his ass flexing with every thrust.
Bear’s cock swelled inside of me, his hips flying against me, his moans, Marie’s moans, Bruce’s moans, all mingling with mine as our two gods fucked into us with animalistic abandon.
My awareness of the people watching outside the room faded away as I watched Marie get fucked by Bruce so savagely.
I turned my head and caught another glimpse out the window. They were lined up, some of the men holding their cocks in their hands, everyone watching us with intense hunger.
I stared back, mesmerized and in awe that this was really happening to me.
To all of us.
I was so fucking glad I said yes!
I squeezed Marie’s hand again, feeling each of Bruce’s thrusts as he slammed into her. Bear captured my mouth again and I wrapped my legs around him, losing myself in the moment, letting everything else go, throwing away my inhibitions, my shyness, my self-control.
“Fuck me!” I yelled, my voice low and husky with raw emotion. “Harder, Bear! Harder! Please don’t ever stop!”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Marie was chanting, her cries echoing over Bruce’s low moans.
Bear fucked me harder and harder, my pussy flowing over his swollen cock as I came over and over again, one wave of pleasure turning to another, until I was crashing over the edge again completely, my body shuddering and shaking violently. I collapsed beneath him, panting, spent. Like a rag doll, he grabbed my hips and whipped me around, lifting me onto all fours before shoving his swollen, twitching cock back inside of my soaked pussy.
I lifted my head, my eyes landing on Marie’s creamy breasts. Her skin was flushed, her head flailing around as Bruce fucked her hard and fast. I couldn’t help but smile watching my best friend enjoy herself so much. I clasped her hand again as Bear slammed into me from behind. Marie eyes fluttered open and she stared back at me, her green eyes glistening with ecstasy and lust.
“Thank you,” she mouthed, before closing her eyes and throwing back her head again. Her hands reached up and she began pinching her nipples as Bruce fucked her harder. I looked back at him and he was like a machine, pumping into her like his life depended on it.
Bear pounded into me just as hard, his pace quickening until I was crying out, his delicious assault sending me right back over the edge. I cried out and I heard Bear yell at the same time.
“I’m cuming in your dirty little pussy!” he cried. My eyes widened as I felt his cock swell and erupt inside of me, his hot seed searing the walls of my quivering pussy.
“Fuck yeah!” Bruce cried, hammering into Marie hard before freezing, his body overcome by violent shudders that rocked through him as he came. “Fuck! Fuck!” he growled.
Marie’s body spasmed, her nipples tightened and she screamed Bruce’s name and squeezed my hand so hard I thought she’d break my fingers.
I fell back on the table beside her as Bear pulled out of me. The faint sound of applause filled my ears. I looked up at the window and saw everyone clapping for us.
“Oh, fuck,” I said, turning my head.
Marie and I looked at each other and smiled.
“Porches and tea,” she whispered, referring to our old motto.
“Porches and tea,” I whispered back, squeezing her hand.
Chapter 16
ONE WEEK LATER
My attempt to crawl out from under the mountain of fabric, buttons, ribbon, and scissors and sewing needles was a comedy of errors. First, I slipped on edge of the skirt I was trying to sew, falling to the ground and ripping the fabric right out from the sewing machine. Then, I couldn’t figure out where the ringing phone was located.
“Fuck!” I cursed, trying to scramble to my feet. The phone kept ringing and now that everything had fallen into a heap around me, I couldn’t find it to save my life. I dug through the pile, spotting it and grabbing it just in time to answer.
“Beauty!” Bear’s voice roared through the phone, full of life.
“Hi, handsome.”
“I thought I’d check in on you in between meetings.”
“That’s nice of you,” I replied. “Everything is…,” I paused, glancing at my chaotic studio, “going great!”
“Have I told you lately how proud I am of you, Chloe?” his voice was velvet to my ears.
“You tell me everyday,” I smiled, holding the phone close, wishing he was here. He’d gone back to work after the New Year, jumping full swing into meetings and more meetings and well, whatever else he was doing. I wasn’t quite sure. I didn’t understand that world and I couldn’t be more relieved that he had let me bow out of it so graciously.
“Well, it’s true. Opening your own store is a huge endeavor. There’s lots of little details to work out. Things you don’t realize you need until you get there. It can drive a person a little crazy trying to keep everything straight. So, don’t hesitate to ask for help as soon as you need it. If you need help, you just let me know.”
“I know, babe, you tell me that every day, too,” I said, hoping he could detect my smile through the phone.
“I just want you to know you aren’t alone. I know I’m busy but I’m only a phone call away if you need me.”
“I love you,” I said. “I have a lot of work to do before I can even think about looking for a place or hiring help or anything like that.”
“I love you, too. I’ve got to run, my conference call starts in a few minutes. I think I have a guy who wants to run the fishing lodge on our island.”
“That’s wonderful!” I cried, remembering the magical time we’d spent there.
&n
bsp; “It is! I hope it works out. I’ll keep you posted. Alright, Beauty, I’ll talk to you later tonight.”
“Bye, my love.”
“Chloe,” he paused, lowering his voice, “You should be receiving a delivery in a few minutes at the apartment. Follow the instructions and then text me to let me know you’ve done so.”
“Oh!” I replied. “Okay, sure.”
“Good girl,” he said, his voice a low, private growl, just for me.
The call ended and I stared down at the phone.
Right away, I knew whatever was coming was something sexual. He seemed to know how to create just the right amount of anticipation, as if he knew it would get my juices flowing just imagining what it might be.
He was right.
“Evil bastard,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. He made it hard to concentrate on anything but him. I felt scattered and disorganized, and the chaos in my studio only reinforced that feeling.
I set about making a list of everything I needed to do, just to make myself feel better. The tasks were swimming around in my head, I might as well let them out and write them down. Maybe then I could think clearly.
First, I needed to finish the dress I was working on. At this point, all I had were the dresses I’d made that were a part of my own wardrobe and a few mock-ups of my new designs. While the finished product was close to completion, it wasn’t quite polished yet.
The one thing I did have going for me was my portfolio. I was proud of it. It was filled with beautiful sketches, all of my ideas brought to life on the pages so that I could share them with other people. Soon, each of those sketches would become real dresses, but in the meantime, my portfolio was the one thing reminding me that I had a vision and the skill to pull it all off.
There was only one problem.
I wasn’t sure my creations were ‘New York’ enough. Everyone here was so sophisticated and fancy and serious. My dresses were casual and breezy and not serious at all. Sure, it’s New York and anything goes supposedly, but after being here for a little while, I grew less and less certain everyday that what I was doing fit in to the culture here.
