A holiday party at a sex club sounded exactly like the kind of hijinks Liz wanted. She slipped into the gorgeous red lingerie set that had been a gift from one of her beaus. She topped it off with a leopard trimmed Santa hat, and headed out the door.
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Vicki lay back on the pile of cushions shrugging out of the robe so it lay underneath her like a sheet.
Bishara laid beside her, his kohl darkened eyes and shaved head reminded her of Djet, but there was something jarring about seeing the makeup and the ancient affectation on a modern man.
“Are you ready?” He asked.
She nodded, not entirely sure what she needed to be ready for. At this point, she was certain she wanted this magician and not only for his magic.
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Caroline remained on the table, still shuddering from her orgasm.
She felt her mistress’s hand on her shoulder and then stroking her hair. She helped Caroline to sit up on the table.
“That was beautiful, Caroline” her mistress crooned to her. “You let yourself get completely into the feeling.”
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The cards led Caroline to this hotel and this meeting. She hesitated outside of the bar, reminding herself that she could back out if she wanted. Peter, her psychic, had helped her arrange everything. She’d negotiated, via email, everything she wanted. Only now that she was here, she wasn’t sure if she could do it. But the cards hadn’t led her astray yet. So she squared her shoulders and took her first step toward the bar.
She took a seat at an empty table in the hotel bar. It was sparsely populated this early in the day, and only two lone men sitting at the other end of the bar.
The woman who entered wasn’t what she expected. Caroline certainly didn’t expect the woman to show up in a leather cat suit, but the petite brunette in the exquisitely tailored suit wasn’t it either.
I wore the dress Sir gave me, a thin blue sundress. He, as always, had told me to forgo panties.
We walked through the park together. As we walked I could feel the cool breeze blow under my skirt, and Sir told me to let the skirt blow, no holding it down. The day was beautiful, so I was surprised at how empty the park was.
We reached a distant corner of the grounds, the well-tended trees and hedges giving way to wilder, unkempt bushes and uncut lawns. Clearly this was a section not expecting visitors. Sir led me down an overgrown path, where the shrubs tugged at my clothes. The path didn’t extend far from the main path. The overgrown trail dead ended with a concert bench shaded by the overgrown trees.
Sir stopped. He stood behind me, untying the halter of my dress, baring my tits to the sun and sky. I glanced behind us at the trail. The overgrown nature offered some privacy, but not entirely. Anyone who took a few steps off the main path would see us. The breeze, and the exposure had my nipples rock hard.
Sir stayed behind me, his hands cupping my naked breasts, his warm palms rubbed my nipples. I moaned and leaned into him, my back pressed against his chest.
“Does my girl like having her titties played with in my public?” He asked, pinching my nipples softly.
“Yes, Sir,” I gasped as he pinched harder.
He pulled my nipples stretching them. I whimpered quietly, worried about someone hearing me. Sir dropped one nipple his hand drifting over my belly. He tugged my skirt up, and I felt the cool air on my pussy.
In the distance, I heard voices in the park. I blushed.
“Are you wet, slut?” Sir asked, in his regular tones.
I nodded, terrified that someone would hear us.
Sir, slapped my tits, “Are you wet, slut?” He was louder this time.
I couldn’t hear the voices, maybe they had passed by our little corner of the park.
I nodded again.
I hurried to the bench. The concrete was rough under my knees. My bare tits rested on the cold bench. I flipped my skirt up. I was in a public park, half naked. I could feel the air on my pussy, and I was sopping wet, terrified we would get caught.
“You’re being a bad girl,” Sir said behind me. With warning he slapped my ass, and I yelped. The force of his smack rocked me forward. The rough bench tore at my nipples.
I heard voices in the park again. Had they heard my yelp? Were they getting closer? Sir began spanking me in earnest. I tried to stay quiet. But I let out a few whimpers and moans, and I’m sure if anyone was close enough they could hear the spanking.
I heard one of the voices ask “Did you hear that?”
I bit my lip as Sir finished. My ass stung and my tits burned from rubbing against the rough bench.
“Your moans are going to attract an audience,” I could hear the amusement in his voice. “That’s what you are worried about isn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir. I heard voices. I’m afraid someone might see us.” I said.
His hands caressed my naked ass, “But you love an audience, slut. I recall you inviting a stranger to fuck you, the last time you had an audience.” His hand drifted between my thighs, “just the thought of an audience has you dripping wet.” Sir said. He rubbed my wetness against my asshole.
The voices carried over the trees. It was a man and woman, and the jingle of a dog’s collar. From the sound of it, they were playing catch.
Sir kept working on my ass, stretching me and lubing me with my own wetness. He leaned down to whisper to me. “I’m going to fuck your ass,” he growled. “I’m going to use you hard, and unless you want that couple to hear you, you’ll have to be quiet.”
I felt him behind me, his cock pressed against my ass. He slowly pressed inside of me. I bit my lip, trying not to groan. He stretched me, with a slight burn. I let out a soft moan when I felt his thighs against mine. In the background, the couple called their dog, whistling and clapping for the animal.
Sir grabbed my hips, and started thrusting. I think he wanted to make me cry out. He thrust faster, and I groaned.
“Reach between your legs, slut,” he said, “Make yourself cum.”
I slowly reached between my legs, Sir had stopped thrusting. His cock filled my ass. My fingers found my clit, and I was sopping wet.
“Start rubbing, slut” he ordered.
I started rubbing. I moaned as quietly as I could. I could hear the woman telling the dog to fetch.
“Stop biting your lip,” he said, and started thrusting again. He quickly moved to pounding. My nipples were raw from the friction. I rubbed frantically at my clit. I knew I should be quiet, but I just wanted, no needed to cum, and I didn’t think I could do it quietly.
I moaned loudly. I thought I heard the couple and their dog. I thought about getting caught. Then I stopped thinking as an orgasm tore through me. I know I let loose a torrent of sounds that only come from sex. But I didn’t care. I kept rubbing as Sir hasn’t given me permission to stop.
My clit was incredibly sensitive, but I kept my fingers moving on it. Sir jerked hard on my hips, and moaned as he came.
Sir pulled my skirt down and helped me stand. He nodded in the direction of the unmistakable sounds of sex. I smiled and nodded. We crept to the edge of our clearing.
There on overgrown lawn lay a woman and her puppy, a kink puppy in full leather suit. The puppy had his face buried in pussy.
I glanced up at Sir, shocked at brazen display of kink in public. He smiled, “The Dungeon rented the park for the day.”