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Excerpt:
He ordered them both ginger ales
and mini-meat pies that they heated in the microwave oven in the kitchen. Then,
they settled onto one of the loveseats for a few minutes.
“It’s pretty cool the way you
created these little private pockets inside of this huge room,” Cassandra
commented as she sipped her drink. “But they aren’t really private, are they? I
mean, the plants, the way the furniture is angled, the light and shadows make
it seem like separate spaces, but I can see everything that’s going on.”
Damon watched her face as she spoke
and tried not to smile at the way her eyes were a bit glazed over by two scenes
being played out halfway along the left edge of the room.
He’d noticed the two men on the
long sofa talking while one was getting a blow job from his submissive and his
companion was fingering the woman’s pussy. At the time, the threesome had been
quietly going about their business. Now, the erotic sounds were much more
noticeable to everyone in the room.
Not far from them, a woman was
kneeling on a large cushion in front of an overstuffed chair with her face
buried in her arms. On his knees behind her was her Dom, and he was furiously
pumping into her pussy—his grunts mingling with her panting and the sounds of
their slick bodies slamming together. They almost seemed to be on beat with
sultry jazz music coming from the hidden speakers.
“Yes, being part of everyone else’s
experience is one of the beautiful things about spending time here,” he agreed.
“Slide closer to me, but keep watching them.”
He slid one hand over her shoulder
and down into her tube top to cup a breast while the other hand pulled her
thigh on top of his. “Keep watching,” he said as that second hand slid between
her legs. “Now, isn’t this cozy? Stimulating?” His lips brushed her shoulder.
“See how good my fingers feel on your body, and how much more intense your
nerves are reacting because you can hear and smell and see them getting off
over there?” He rubbed a knuckle against her panties and laughed softly.
“You’re wet, Cass. Is your pussy hungry for a little attention?”
Without warning, he shoved two
fingers into her and squeezed hard on her tit at the same time. He kept the
pressure on as he rubbed back and forth, long strokes that came all the way out
to assault her clit before diving back in to her soaking wet tunnel. The more
he plunged, the wetter it got.
“Let’s see who will cum first,”
Damon whispered roughly as he sped up his assault, using his fingers to plunder
and his thumb to circle her clit mercilessly. “The couple? The threesome? Or
you?”
His lips clamped over hers and soon
she moaned out her release and hot juices gushed over his fingers. While he
dragged the moisture out and spread it over her pussy lips and neatly-trimmed
mound, his lips and tongue dueled with hers and devoured her cries of passion.
She vaguely heard other cries of ecstasy from elsewhere in the room but
couldn’t have cared who or when.
“So fucking sexy,” he finally said
against her mouth. Damon took his time teasing her lips, neck, and shoulder
with his mouth and caressing her breast and hip before extricating himself from
her gorgeous body. “Don’t move.”
Cass watched him walk to one of the
tea carts. Minutes later, he’d finished using the warm hand towels to clean and
dry them, disposed of the trash from their snacks, and continued with next part
of the tour.
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