“Shame,” Anders said as James released my hair and I bowed my head again. “You did well for yourself.”
I rolled my eyes, and thankfully, no one could see since I stared down at the ground like the other women around me. “Fucker,” I muttered softly enough that I knew no one could hear me.
Anders reached down and fondled the breasts of the woman kneeling at his feet. “I would’ve swapped. Cat loves to play with new partners.” His fingertips wrapped around her nipples and twisted until she shifted on her knees and whimpered. “It could’ve been fun to watch the two beauties together.”
Yeah.
No.
Pussy had never been my thing.
I’d always been a dick girl.
Why the fuck would I want to “play” with another woman when I had the same parts and they didn’t impress me one bit. There wasn’t anything better than a hard cock, filling me until I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t need a girl sticking her tiny little fingers in me or licking my clit. There was nothing I wanted more than a hard dick or the thick fingers of a man working in and out of my pussy while the stubble of his hair rubbed against my thighs as he ate me like a man obsessed with pussy.
“Aria,” Rider said, glancing down at his sub. “Would you like to play with Cat? She’s lonely.”
Rider was… I didn’t even know how to explain the man other than slightly scary. He was bigger than James, with long black hair that fell just below his shoulders. His eyes were the blackest I’d ever seen, where the iris and pupil ran together, and I couldn’t tell where one stopped and the other began. His facial hair was a mix of black and gray, covering his lips almost completely. There was something about him that sent a shiver down my spine when he spoke.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Aria raise her head and look into Rider’s eyes and say, “Yes, Master.”
Well, all righty, then.
I guess he didn’t force her since he’d asked. But I wondered how many of the women around me ever voiced their disapproval? I knew that, in the lifestyle, no Master was supposed to force any sub to do anything. The relationship was about trust most of all, but it still gave me pause. Because let’s face it, in all walks of life there are assholes, and that meant that even a percentage of Masters are dickheads too.
How many of the woman, and male slaves, for that matter, were as vocal and feisty as I was with James? Probably not very many. I knew when I broke into my “I’m going to be a cunt today because fuck it…I want to” mode that James would pay me back with some cock and a spanking. Both things I loved. So it was a win-win for me. I think James just wanted to fuck the asshole attitude right out of me, and it always seemed to work.
Neither Aria nor Cat moved, waiting for their orders and permission like any good sub would under the circumstances. Rider stood first, moving away from the couch he and Anders sat on.
“Move onto the couch and lie down,” Rider told Aria, pulling her to her feet. “I want to watch Cat eat that beautiful, sweet pussy. No coming unless I say. Understand, li’l one?”
Men…such assholes.
That was bullshit. Seriously.
Like, who can hold off an orgasm when someone’s sucking on your clit and ramming their fingers in your cunt? I mean, let’s get real. Ain’t nobody got that ability. Nobody. I don’t care if you’ve done enough Kegels to make your twat the most muscular and controlled pussy in the world…you can’t stop from coming when someone’s latched on to your body like they’re drinking the best damn milk shake in the world, sucking and slurping the most sensitive part of your body.
Anders followed Rider to a set of empty chairs on the side of James as Cat and Aria crawled onto the couch. Looked like we were going to get an up close and personal show while the guys chitchatted.
I hadn’t gotten a good look at either of the women since they’d had their heads down since the moment I joined them. But I could see them fully now…every inch of their naked bodies. They were stunning.
Aria lay down, pulling her body so her ass was on the cushions, and Cat nestled between Aria’s legs while kneeling on the washable vinyl couch.
Thank God for fake leather. Times like these made me grateful to be on the floor and not sitting on something that’d probably had more come on it than any street-corner hooker.
“Cat,” Anders said as she started to move her face closer to Aria’s bare pussy. “Don’t stop until I tell you to.”
Cat nodded with a small smirk before pushing Aria’s legs farther apart and burying her face. Aria let out a loud moan, pushing her back deeper into the cushions and her pussy into Cat’s face.
James shifted in his chair, and I dug my fingernails into his skin, reminding him I was still there. It was like watching a porno but having it close enough that you could almost smell the arousal coming off the two women in waves.
I was a little bit jealous, if I were being completely honest. I knew James was turned on by what was happening right in front of us. I mean, he was a man. There was no way he could stop himself from being horny from it, any more than Aria could control her orgasm. I had to remind myself of that repeatedly as I sat there with the girl-on-girl action happening only a few feet away while the guys talked.
After they ogled the women on the couch for five minutes, Rider finally asked the one question I’d been waiting for. “What brings you back to Taboo, James?”
James
Ipausedfor a moment and glanced down at Izzy. She clung to my leg, eyeing the girls and the stage area, even though she was pretending to stare at the ground. She never could follow orders, but I knew Anders and Rider weren’t paying attention to her anyway. If I hadn’t known Izzy better, I would’ve thought she was staring at the ground too. But she’s Izzy and never has followed directions. It was why we had so much fun together.
