‘Please Sir, Can I have you?’
Elle stood in the centre of the room, slow sensual music playing quietly in the background, filling her senses with erotic thoughts, encouraging her to stroke her lithe body softly as she swayed in time to the rhythm. She closed her eyes and imagined she was stood before him, just him, dancing for him the way he liked. She saw his face in her minds eye and saw the darkness that lived there. She inspired that in him, she loved that she could move him to that state in less than a heartbeat. Her pulse raced, her pussy tightened in anticipation.
Her arms raised and her hands released her shimmering blond hair from it’s restraints to allow it to tumble down through her fingers and sway loosely on to her shoulders.
She tilted her head back as she swayed her hips in a sensual roll in time to the music, allowing her fingers to trace her collar bone and run down across the soft white clingy material of her dress stretched tightly across her breasts, her erect nipples clearly visible to her watchers.
She was oblivious, as she danced she tugged at the belt of her wrap dress and allowed it to fall open revealing her nakedness beneath it. Naked for him, always for him. Slowly she swayed rhythmically, trailing finger tips along freshly exposed flesh, imagining his touch on her skin. Turning first this way towards them watching, then that way towards them. Her watchers moved forward a little more.
Had her eyes been open she would have seen them. She would have seen Thorn lean against the window watching her intently, dark eyes soaking up her pale exposure. She would have seen his hunger. He craved her.
She remained blissfully unaware, bathed in the dimmed spotlight. Eyes closed against the reality of the room she let the dress slide from her shoulders to her waist and allowed it be caught up on her arms preventing it from falling, revealing her naked breasts, erect nipples standing out begging for her fingers to close around the hard little nubs and tweak them, twist them, pull them. She felt an immediate reaction to her painful play deep inside her pussy and she moaned and bit her lip. Had she looked out at that moment she would have seen men stand and move closer to the window. She would have seen their cocks standing to attention, cock heads smearing precum on the windows. Women were spreading their thighs and stroking their pussies lazily as they absorbed her intimate dance.
Elle allowed her dress to slide from her arms to the floor and lay in a pool of soft white behind her. She danced, beautiful flowing movements that twisted her body, stretching it, opening it up for them to see her. Giving herself up to the freedom that nakedness brings with it, lost inside her own fantasy as her fingers roamed her body freely, stroking, petting, pinching already throbbing nipples, sliding her fingers between naked glistening pussy lips, collecting her juices on two fingers and raising them to her lips to suck and lick the way she would take his cock and suck and lick her way down its length, until the music slowly came to a close and a different piece took it’s place.
She drifted over to the Chaise lounge and sat in the centre of its length, legs spread wide, back arched, breasts jutting forward begging to be suckled, cupped, stroked, head thrown back exposing her long neck as she ran her fingers from her neck to her breasts stroking them, flicking her nipples, before traveling along her taught stomach and down to her pussy. She shifted her weight so that she lay further back and exposed her pussy to all watchers on all three sides. Had she opened her eyes she would have seen Thorn’s hand placed on the window, fingers curled.
She was on display and her juices flowed from her in a rush as the realisation hit her that she was enjoying being watched, enjoying being so obviously sexual in front of them, so obviously turned on. She could feel theirs eyes touching her everywhere, probing her most private of places. The intensity of their stares reached inside her and stroked her.
She slowed her pace, for the first time she wanted to make her climax wait. She wanted to make her body sing with need the way he made it sing. She opened her eyes and took in the windows around her, searching for him. She smiled a tiny sensual smile when her eyes settled on him in the centre room. Perfectly placed to see every single move she made. Her Tummy flipped with excitement at the raw hunger she saw on his face. She had put that expression there. Power surged through her and she spread her legs wide and plunged her fingers deep inside her soaked pussy, pumping them, closing her muscles around them as she slid in and out. Stroking her clit, pinching it between thumb and forefinger the way he did, growling at the pain, delighting in the instant zigzag of lightning sensations that shot deep inside her and ramped up her hunger. Her orgasm was crawling through her, clawing at her, she slowed her pace. Settled for a moment. Smiled her naughty sensual smile, blew him a kiss to have it returned with a dark smile. Both hands on the window now, his body leaning in, his expression one of heavy lust. She knew if he was in this room with her in this moment he would be grabbing her by her hair, forcing her to her knees, demand she take all of his cock deep into her throat., fucking her mouth roughly, and she would happily comply. She was a good girl who wanted to please her Sir. She would worship his cock until he came deep in her mouth, his hot seed filling her, dripping from her lips as she tried to take it all and swallow.
Her fingers worked harder now, dipping deep once again and now three fingers pumped, she stroked and pinched her clit, it throbbed harder and she mewled and rubbed. She stood for a moment and changed position on the sofa, kneeling on the cushions leaning over the back, exposing all of her, stretched wide open for all to see her, for their imaginations to fill her holes with their cocks and fingers, to imagine having their mouths close over her pussy, tongues dip inside her, taste her sweet nectar.
Reaching down to the table behind the sofa, she retrieved her dildo and clit stimulator.
She dropped the toys on the cushion but remained in position as she leaned over the back of the couch and ran her fingers through her pussy lips, parting them, exposing the soft inner lips to her watchers. Her finger dipped inside her and she bore down slightly taking them deep, sliding a second finger in with it and pumping slowly, then a third and then a fourth.
White runs of semen appeared on one of the windows as one of her voyeurs got to the end of their game before her. She glanced over her shoulder to pick up the dildo and saw the mess dripping down. She shook her head and pouted at the quick finisher. Shrugging her shoulders at the hapless voyeur, she positioned her dildo between her thighs and lowered herself down onto the tip of the long flesh coloured cock and began to ride it, slipping down its length gracefully, taking it inside her inch by inch until she was impaled on it almost to its base. She groaned loudly, three more windows received tributes of cream, the music did nothing to drown out the answering moans of release around her as she rode the dildo the way she would ride his cock. She reached for the clit stimulator and cupped it against her throbbing aching clit, her climax spiralled and she picked up the pace, thrusting her dildo deep, pressing that suction against her, grinding her hips, moaning deeply with each hard thrust, imagining his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her over and over again until finally she screamed, ‘Please Sir, let me cum…’ and he appeared in the doorway to her private dance and spoke softly behind her. ‘Cum for me Elle, cum now.’
Her body jerked and she screamed in delight as her orgasm tore through her, shuddering and trembling at its force as her juices ran down her inner thighs and she collapsed backwards, still impaled on that huge dildo, suction cup still forcing her clit to dance and sing, her body writhing in ecstasy as she fell down into her magical abyss and the world became silent and filled with colours.
White windows all around the room gave testament to her performance.
Thorn remained where he was, just inside the door and across the room from her. ‘Fuck!’ he muttered under his breath as he adjusted his rock hard cock in his pants. She was mesmerising!
Elle opened her eyes slowly, taking in the fact that he was stood there, hands in pockets, leaning against the wall watching her, his erection plainly obvious as it pushed to escape the confines of his trousers.
She knelt up on the sofa, removing the dildo from her pussy, she lifted it, bringing it to her mouth she allowed the tip to rest against her full lips before she flicked her tongue over its bulbous solid tip and she licked and cleaned it of her juices. Finally she dropped the dildo on the sofa and reached a hand out to him.
‘Please Sir, can I have you?’…