Party Tricks II

You squeeze my thigh one last time as I rise. Holding my hand, you rise alongside me in your six-foot glory. Confident, rest assured, and undeniably hot as fuck. I look towards the woman in gold, and she has a meaningful look on her face.

I don't have the time to interpret it because she's standing up too and walking towards us as we head for the door. Noticing her, you slow our pace and keep your hand firmly around my waist, drawing me close to you. I can't tell if the action is possessive or protective, or both. Either way, it fills me with a rush of emotions. I quickly tuck them away, unwilling to read into it yet.

The woman reaches us and stops. God, she's gorgeous, and her smile is too wide to be innocent. I tilt my head, curious. She analyses with her eyes, but when she speaks, it is to you.

“Good call." My thoughts surprise me.

Guess I'm more of a sub than I give myself credit for.

"What a pretty doll you have here," she purrs appreciatively. “May I touch her?"

“No, you may not.” Your voice is low but somehow manages to carry authority. The woman deflates, but you are not finished. “But you can look.”

A predatory look falls on her face as she examines me, her face set in admiration and a hint of something else.

Heat rises in my cheek, and I want to cower under the attention. I feel a light squeeze on my waist, and my eyes snap to you. I find you are already looking at me, an amused look plastered on your face.

"Tell you what?" You say to the woman, your eyes not leaving mine. "We are going to our hotel room to continue our… activities. You can come with us if you want."

The woman lights up like a kid on Christmas, but you are not finished.

“But only to watch. This doll is mine, and no one gets to touch her but me.”

She nods profusely, and my stomach clenches in excitement. Someone is going to watch us? Fuck yes!

“Erm, can my partner come too?” She asks, almost hesitantly. “I promise they are cool and they will keep to themself too.”

“Sure.” You shrug noncommittally. “The more, the merrier.”

Ugh, kill me now.

I cannot describe how I feel right now, but my body is shooting up in all the right places.

I clench my legs together. I want a release already, ugh.

You must sense my impatience because you quickly round up the conversation, give her our room number, and steer us towards the elevator.

As soon as the elevator door closes after us, you pull me flush against you, towering over my petite frame. You don't waste time before you capture my lips with yours. But you don't rush like I thought you would. Instead, you take your time, prodding, testing, teasing. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were seeking permission. But I do know better. Even if I didn't, the ache between my thighs does, and it's impatient. I pull at your suit and try to deepen the kiss.

I suck in a gasp when I feel your hand on my nipple, squeezing and tugging through my sheer top. Your other hand is on my ass, squeezing and grabbing. Your hand leaves my nipple to grab my throat in a chokehold, and my eyes roll back into my head when you begin to fuck my mouth with your tongue. I want to die. I want to melt on the floor. I want to crumble and fall at your feet, but all I manage is a whimper. You groan appreciatively, deep in the back of your throat, and I'm satisfied that I affect you, too.

My hands leave your jacket to grope at your chest when the elevator dings. Another couple joins us. We spring apart, but your hand holds me firmly to you. Still possessive.

The couple snaps at a glance at us but chooses to mind their business. Thankfully.

The elevator slows to a stop, and the doors open. You interlock our hands as we step out of the elevator door through the hallway that leads to our hotel room. Your hotel room, but well.

“Strip,” you say, once the door closes behind us.

You turn your back to me as you slowly remove your accessories and drop them on the bedside drawer.

I want to hurriedly do as you ask, but I resist the urge. My body is a work of art, and I need you to savor it. So, I only start to strip when you turn back around.

You raise an eyebrow, but you don't say anything. Instead, you sit on the bed, legs wide open, with a heated gaze. Without your jacket, I can see how your white shirt clings tightly to your body, your arms bulging. I swallow when I look at your chest, round, firm, and definitely toned.

I shimmy out of my skirt, then my ruined panties. I undo my top and let everything fall on the floor. I am now naked, and the way your gaze rakes over my body sets me on fire.

“Fuck!” you bite out.

I resist the urge to grin like a fool.

“Do a 360 for me, baby. I want to look at you.”

I swirl around, taking my time, and I'm rewarded by the smolder in your gaze.

You crook your finger in a come-here motion, and I practically glide to you. You make a sound in your throat as you flip our positions and slam me on the bed. I move to touch you, but realise you have my hands pinned together above my head. I suck in a breath when you take a nipple in your hand and roll your finger around it. You move up and capture my lips again, tongue demanding submission. I arch my body up, desperate to rub my aching core against something, against you. Your lips leave mine, and I sigh when they capture my nipple instead. God, I have never been so turned on.

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Our guests are here. You look up at me, confirming that I'm still okay with this, and I nod my approval enthusiastically.

“Stay put,” you order as you climb off me to let our guest in.

“Sit. Watch if you like. No touching unless I say so.”

The woman from before comes in, followed by a tall, sexy-looking butch person.

You pull out chairs for them, ensuring they are properly positioned in view of the show. I'm mad with arousal at this point.

You stalk back to me, almost impatiently, and drag my hips until they are properly positioned where you want.

I’m super aware of the extra set of eyes on me when your hand slaps my pussy.

“Focus on me," you growl.

The stinging pain quickly fades to pleasure when you start to massage my clit.

Two fingers slid into my wet pussy slowly, moving in a steady rhythm while curling against my inner walls. I'm bucking hard to the rhythm. You lock my hips in position and force me to adjust to your pace. It’s almost torturous and just right. My moans fill the air, and the wet sounds my dripping pussy makes against your fingers are purely sinful. The watchers settle in, the woman in gold biting her lip while the butch leans forward, eyes fixed on the in-and-out motion of the fingers in my pussy.

"Look at how she responds to me," you murmur, adding a third finger and stroking me with patience. Juices coat your hand as you work me open. You lean down, sucking one nipple into your mouth, tongue circling the sensitive peak before giving it a light suck. I instinctively arch, my thighs trembling around your invading fingers.

You withdraw your hand and bring the glistening fingers to my lips and order, "Suck." I obey instantly, tongue swirling around the digits, savoring my own arousal.

You lift off me and reach out to the drawer beside us and pull out a strap-on.

I sneak a glance at our guests, and I see the woman’s dress is half unfastened. She is on her partner’s lap, legs open as her partner reaches down to gently stroke her. She doesn't see me watching her because her eyes are closed in pleasure, but her partner does and gives me a wink.

I blush a little, but I’m quickly distracted when you shed your remaining clothes, climb on the bed, and pull me flush against you.

You straddle my chest, the strap-on harness snug against your hips, pressing the tip of the black dildo hard against my mouth. "Open for me."

I part my lips and take the strap-on deep, breathing steadily as it fills my mouth and hits the back of my throat. You grip my hair, controlling the pace, thrusting into my mouth as the two spectators follow every bob of my head. I know they are committing this moment to memory because I sure as hell am. Saliva is running down my chin, and I have tears in the corners of my eyes. You ease back after several minutes, strings of spit connecting the toy to my lips.

“Fuck!” I hear you swear softly.

With a growl, you flip me onto my stomach, lifting my hips so my ass is presented high. A gentle slap landed on one cheek, then another, leaving faint warmth in the wake of your prints. You line up and ease the strap-on into my pussy with one smooth thrust, burying it to the hilt. I gasp loudly in pleasure as you start pounding into me, skin slapping with each stroke.

Our audience has a clear view of the shaft stretching me open and pulling out, glistening with my wetness before sliding back in. I imagine how ethereal the sight must look.

You reach around, a hand on my throat, and line up your mouth to my ear while moving inside of me. "Tell them who makes you feel this good," you urge.

"You do," I breathed. "Only you."

“Louder, baby.”

“You! You!” I cry out as you pound furiously into me.

“My good girl!”

You gather a handful of my hair, lifting my head gently so our audience can see my expression of pleasure. You move with a steady rhythm, the base of the strap-on pressing against me with each thrust as your hand starts circling my clit.

From the corner of my eye, I see the movements of our watchers; the hand in the pussy is furious now, slipping in and out, mirroring our motions. The woman’s moans are breathy and laboured as her partner works her out hard and deep. The knowledge that they are watching me is intoxicating.

You withdraw slowly, flip me onto my back, and guide my knees toward my chest. I feel you again at my pussy as you re-enter, angling to brush that sensitive spot inside. You coat some of my wetness with your thumb and press it against my asshole, circling the rim before easing inside.

The double pressure at both of my entrances sends jolts through my body, and I scream, my body shaking as the start of my orgasm begins. You don't relent and don't change pace as you keep fucking me. The pressure on my lower stomach increases, and I start mumbling incoherent words of plea.

“You want to cum, baby girl?”

“Yes, yes, please.”

“Come for me then, my girl.”

“Holy fuckkkk,” I scream as my pussy clenches around the shaft and I start to cum with warm liquid spurting out of me and soaking the sheets. You keep fucking me through it, and the pleasure overtakes my entire body until I have nothing left to give.

Gently, you withdraw the strap-on and lean down to kiss my forehead.

I'm too spent to move. You carefully lift me into your arms and carry me to the bathroom, settling me into the warm bathtub.

Everything feels hazy after that. By the time I come back to myself, you're carrying me back to the bedroom. The sheets are fresh, my skin is clean, and I'm tucked comfortably into bed.

The couple are nowhere in sight.