“Excuse me? Shaking in nerves, was it?”
“You didn’t know about it because I would excuse myself to calm myself down. I had to be on my best behavior to keep getting into your lacy undies.”
“Ugh, Kenny.”
“Yes, Wife?”
She shook her head. “She'd better bang that tart soon. I want you to finger me.”
Kennedy’s hand went from Lara’s knee to her inner thigh beneath her skirt. “I could do that, anyway.”
“The bet, though.”
The bet Lara was about to win, for the Domme’s sub followed a very specific order:don’t cry out through three spanks.She persevered, and the Domme decided to reward her with nothing short of the strap-on thrusting between her legs.
Kennedy, having lost their silly bet, slipped her hand between her wife’s thighs and stroked the length of her silk underwear.
“Oh, darling,” Lara mumbled, leaning back on the couch so her wife could nibble on her lips. “You always knew how to please a girl.”
Her thumb pushed aside the thin material of Lara’s underwear and pressed into her wet folds. Lara slightly writhed, hand gripping Kennedy’s shoulder and legs opening in her skirt.
“You’re just easy, Bunny.”
“Easy, huh?” Her breath stopped in her chest as the sub on stage shrieked in ecstasy, her Domme driving into her, hard, the audience cheering their support. “You have to watch out using words like those. You might sully a woman’s reputation.”
“Oh, Lara…” One finger managed to push into her. “I made an honest woman out of you. Now you have to take it.”
As she gasped, Lara caught sight of a woman sitting by herself nearby, watching them.What a pretty young thing. Petite. Curvy. Wearing a cream-colored piece of lingerie with a matching collar. The girl was not attached to anyone, but she was probably looking for someone.
You want some of this, girl?Lara opened her legs wider, exposing her wife’s finger sliding in and out of her.You can’t have any.This one is all mine right now, and she’s going to worship my pussy. Feel free to watch, though.
Tingles shot through her toes as she watched this girl watchher. On stage, the solo sub could easily see some hardcore action, complete with wet skin slapping and eager little moans bouncing out of that girl’s mouth. Yet instead she chose to watch Lara Anderssen, an almost-forty woman, spread her legs, showoff her goods, and let someone fuck her with one – no, two now – fingers. Lara let a groan roll out of her chest as Kennedy pulled one of her nether lips aside and fell deep into the trap of making exhibitionist love with her wife.
“Fuck me harder,” Lara hissed at her, pleased to feel Kennedy instantly thrust into her harder, more depraved with every passing second. More than one person watched them. That only fed into Lara’s need to have sex, and she didn’t care with whom.
She had no idea when her exhibitionism took hold of her. Lara always had a “bad” streak when it came to the more taboo sides of sex.I was eighteen when I had sex in public for the first time.And that really meant public! Her then-partner couldn’t keep their hands off her at a house party. When they suggested taking her right there in the hallway, Lara hadn’t hesitated in saying yes. Next thing she knew, she was claimed in front of a whole dorm – and all that mattered was the thrill it gave her.
People loved sex. They loved watching others have sex. They loved thinking about sex, having sex, and anticipating sex. There was a reason voyeurism was so prevalent to a certain degree. Lara was a betting woman, and she was willing to bet that many of those same voyeurs harbored fantasies of exhibitionism as well. Yet what most people didn’t know was that you didn’t have to be hot to get some in public. All you had to be was ready and eager. The happy watchers came on their own.
That’s why God blessed the good green Earth with clubs like Midnight. So kinky fetishists like Lara Anderssen could get fingered by her partner in front of the room.
The fact that some would rather watch her than the stage show made her feel even hotter. She thrust her hips against her spouse’s fingers, taking them into her and feeling everything become even tighter. Kennedy groaned in her ear. Lara hooked her hand around the top of her collar and pulled, bringing Kennedy closer so she could kiss her throat.
You all wish that this were yours. See how she works me?The perk to having one of the tightest cunts around was that anyone watching would think Kennedy’s two modest fingers were the ticket to paradise. The way Lara clenched around them felt heavenly, as if her pussy had craved nothing more than these two specific fingers sent straight from the angels above.
Of course, it took more than a couple of digits to make her come so hard that her G-spot quivered in delight. It took someone who knew her body so intimately that she knew exactly how to stroke her, at what angle, and what to do with her mouth and words while she fucked her wife into another plane of existence. And, of course, any woman who was going to give a woman a G-spot orgasm of her life did well to remember that it existed in the first place. And Kennedy never forgot. It helped that, for all of Lara’s biological hang-ups downstairs, she was blessed with an easy-to-reach G-spot.
“That’s it, baby,” Kennedy growled into her ear. Her fingertips took Lara, over and over, filling her, reaching deep within her, and stroking the most intimate parts of her body that she had ever shared with anyone. “Come for me right here.”
Lara squeezed Kennedy’s collar and closed her eyes. She absorbed the gazes of others on her, fueling her desire to perform. Bucking hips, rolling thighs, curling feet, and a mouth that wouldn’t close because she was too busy thinking about coming to think of how she looked.
Fuck!
Sometimes, orgasm turned a woman like Lara Anderssen into a wild, uncaged creature who couldn’t be controlled by the best handler in the universe. This happened that night, when her spouse drew a hard, unforgettable orgasm out of her. It zipped,no, tore through her, leaving no mercy in its wake as it tightened her abdomen and pussy both.
“Kennedy!” she cried, nearly strangling her. “Ken!”
More eyes on her. People who were summoned by her pealing voice and her plea for Kennedy to fuck her until she couldn’t take it anymore. The show was long over on stage, so people needed someone to watch.
