Scuttle Buttin'
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OOC: Looks good... this should be fun tomorrow. 
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mister grey
Looking up, the flashes of looks and touches and words are like beams of light across the room. I catch sight of my face in the mirror behind the bar, see that look of something like disdain that creeps across my features unawares. I smile; turn to the woman teasing the man.
My book falls to the floor as I turn, how could I be so clumsy? Silly old fool. It's face up for a moment, does anyone notice the painstaking handwriting of the pages?
No...no-one seems to have seen. I retrieve it, open it out again where I had stopped reading, the crinkle of its brown-paper wrapping surprisingly loud to me.
No...no-one seems to hear. No-one is paying attention to me. That's what I like. That's what I hate, and like. Glancing at the women in the mirror, I look down, and read another line from the book...
Looking up, the flashes of looks and touches and words are like beams of light across the room. I catch sight of my face in the mirror behind the bar, see that look of something like disdain that creeps across my features unawares. I smile; turn to the woman teasing the man.
My book falls to the floor as I turn, how could I be so clumsy? Silly old fool. It's face up for a moment, does anyone notice the painstaking handwriting of the pages?
No...no-one seems to have seen. I retrieve it, open it out again where I had stopped reading, the crinkle of its brown-paper wrapping surprisingly loud to me.
No...no-one seems to hear. No-one is paying attention to me. That's what I like. That's what I hate, and like. Glancing at the women in the mirror, I look down, and read another line from the book...
mytasteislikecandy
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Kyla:
I look back and forth between the two sexy people sitting with me, and I feel myself growing jealous. But of what, I don't know. Am I jealous because he's talking to her, or because she knows him? I decide it doesn't matter, and decide to make them both mine.
I kiss Melissa's neck again, and I tell her I'm in the interior design business. "But let's not talk about business," I say, kissing her lips. "Isn't this place all about pleasure?" I stand and walk around the couch, positioning myself in front of Patrick. I stroke his chest through his shirt, enjoying the feel of his strong muscles under the soft fabric. Leaning down a bit, I press my lips to his, kissing him for the first time. It's as good as I imagined it would be. I remember staring at his lips while we had our meetings, and now I knew why. He began kissing me back, but before it could get too deep, I pulled away.
"So, Patrick, why'd you want me down here? I'm assuming that card was left in my office on purpose. Correct?"
I press my body against his, my breasts flattening against his hard torso, waiting on his answer.
I look back and forth between the two sexy people sitting with me, and I feel myself growing jealous. But of what, I don't know. Am I jealous because he's talking to her, or because she knows him? I decide it doesn't matter, and decide to make them both mine.
I kiss Melissa's neck again, and I tell her I'm in the interior design business. "But let's not talk about business," I say, kissing her lips. "Isn't this place all about pleasure?" I stand and walk around the couch, positioning myself in front of Patrick. I stroke his chest through his shirt, enjoying the feel of his strong muscles under the soft fabric. Leaning down a bit, I press my lips to his, kissing him for the first time. It's as good as I imagined it would be. I remember staring at his lips while we had our meetings, and now I knew why. He began kissing me back, but before it could get too deep, I pulled away.
"So, Patrick, why'd you want me down here? I'm assuming that card was left in my office on purpose. Correct?"
I press my body against his, my breasts flattening against his hard torso, waiting on his answer.
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melissa
i feel strangely aroused when they kiss. i want some of that action. i move over next to patrick and put my arm around him. oh, i shudder slightly at the hardness and fullness of his musculature. "yeah, baby, tell us all about it," i say before i start nibbling on his ear.
i feel strangely aroused when they kiss. i want some of that action. i move over next to patrick and put my arm around him. oh, i shudder slightly at the hardness and fullness of his musculature. "yeah, baby, tell us all about it," i say before i start nibbling on his ear.
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Kyla:
I kiss Patrick again, and then turn to Melissa, kissing her as well. I can feel him watching as our lips mesh, and our tongues tangle. I rest one of my hands on his thigh and the other reaches up to cup her breast in my palm. He groans as I slip my hand under her shirt to tease her nipple. I move my mouth from her lips and down to the thin material of her blouse. I close my lips over her nipple and suck gently, hearing her moan. Patrick's watching us closely, and before we get too far, I pull away.
"Well, are you going to answer the question Patrick? If not, you might not get to play any longer." With that, I lean forward and kiss her now erect nipple one more time.
I kiss Patrick again, and then turn to Melissa, kissing her as well. I can feel him watching as our lips mesh, and our tongues tangle. I rest one of my hands on his thigh and the other reaches up to cup her breast in my palm. He groans as I slip my hand under her shirt to tease her nipple. I move my mouth from her lips and down to the thin material of her blouse. I close my lips over her nipple and suck gently, hearing her moan. Patrick's watching us closely, and before we get too far, I pull away.
"Well, are you going to answer the question Patrick? If not, you might not get to play any longer." With that, I lean forward and kiss her now erect nipple one more time.
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melissa
mmm, she's sucking my nipple. it feels so good. i almost don't want him to answer so she'll keep playing with me. i let out a long moan and pull my skirt up and start fingering my sopping slit, rubbing my stiffening clit with the side of my slim finger. "ohhh, suck my tit, baby," i encourage her and lay my other hand softly on the back of her neck. when she pulls away, i'm disappointed, but enticed.
mmm, she's sucking my nipple. it feels so good. i almost don't want him to answer so she'll keep playing with me. i let out a long moan and pull my skirt up and start fingering my sopping slit, rubbing my stiffening clit with the side of my slim finger. "ohhh, suck my tit, baby," i encourage her and lay my other hand softly on the back of her neck. when she pulls away, i'm disappointed, but enticed.
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Scuttle Buttin'
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OOC: Apologies for posting so late tonight.
IC: He was rewarded with a kiss from Kyla, and knew for certain that leaving the card was the right thing to do. He'd wondered a bit after he had, curious as to how she'd react, especially after she showed up, hoping he wouldn't have to find a new designer, but she seemed not to have any problems with being here. An understatement, indeed.
Her taste was exquisite, and he wanted more even as she pulled away from him. Her breasts pressed to his chest, and he could feel her hard nipples even through his shirt... her arousal was nearly visible in the air, Melissa's only adding to it. He slid an arm around the latter when she moved up next to him, and watched with a front row seat as the two women kissed rather passionately.
He was so focused on what they were doing, on their lustful touch and erotic bodies, that He entirely missed Kyla's question at first... speaking wasn't exactly the first thing on his mind. Blinking then, he watched for a moment as Kyla sucked on Melissa's hard nipple, his cock growing by the moment now, and becoming quite visible to anyone that looked in his direction.
"Of course I left the card on purpose... I was hoping to give you my black cock tonight, but I never expected you to bring a friend."
He looked to Melissa then, and found her stroking her slippery pussy, which was far too inviting to him. With one hand he reached over to Kyla, pinching and roling her nipple between his fingers. With the other he reached out to Melissa, and slid a long finger into her pussy with some small amount of speed. He wanted her to know she was being fingered by him... to make it arouse her even further. He wanted these women dripping for him... and it seemed like Melissa was already pretty close to it.
IC: He was rewarded with a kiss from Kyla, and knew for certain that leaving the card was the right thing to do. He'd wondered a bit after he had, curious as to how she'd react, especially after she showed up, hoping he wouldn't have to find a new designer, but she seemed not to have any problems with being here. An understatement, indeed.
Her taste was exquisite, and he wanted more even as she pulled away from him. Her breasts pressed to his chest, and he could feel her hard nipples even through his shirt... her arousal was nearly visible in the air, Melissa's only adding to it. He slid an arm around the latter when she moved up next to him, and watched with a front row seat as the two women kissed rather passionately.
He was so focused on what they were doing, on their lustful touch and erotic bodies, that He entirely missed Kyla's question at first... speaking wasn't exactly the first thing on his mind. Blinking then, he watched for a moment as Kyla sucked on Melissa's hard nipple, his cock growing by the moment now, and becoming quite visible to anyone that looked in his direction.
"Of course I left the card on purpose... I was hoping to give you my black cock tonight, but I never expected you to bring a friend."
He looked to Melissa then, and found her stroking her slippery pussy, which was far too inviting to him. With one hand he reached over to Kyla, pinching and roling her nipple between his fingers. With the other he reached out to Melissa, and slid a long finger into her pussy with some small amount of speed. He wanted her to know she was being fingered by him... to make it arouse her even further. He wanted these women dripping for him... and it seemed like Melissa was already pretty close to it.
mytasteislikecandy
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Kyla:
"Mmmm, good answer. You know, I've been thinking about your black cock often Patrick. More than I should. I never knew that you'd think of me this way though. I'm flattered." I leaned forward and kissed him again, moaning into his mouth as he played with my nipple. I allowed one of my hands to slide up his thigh, squeezing and kneading as I worked my way toward my goal. When I found it, I gasped at the size of the hardness beneath my hand. I stroked it through the fabric of his pants for a minute before allowing myself to begin working on the zipper.
"Don't you think we can go somewhere a bit more private?" I whispered to the two of them as I tugged his fly open and slipped my hand inside.
"Mmmm, good answer. You know, I've been thinking about your black cock often Patrick. More than I should. I never knew that you'd think of me this way though. I'm flattered." I leaned forward and kissed him again, moaning into his mouth as he played with my nipple. I allowed one of my hands to slide up his thigh, squeezing and kneading as I worked my way toward my goal. When I found it, I gasped at the size of the hardness beneath my hand. I stroked it through the fabric of his pants for a minute before allowing myself to begin working on the zipper.
"Don't you think we can go somewhere a bit more private?" I whispered to the two of them as I tugged his fly open and slipped my hand inside.
Scuttle Buttin'
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His hips shifted as he felt Kyla's hand working her way up his leg, and he exhaled audibly when her hand found his cock, pressing himself against her a bit more. His finger began to fuck Melissa's pussy a bit quicker as Kyla began stroking his cock, and he continued to get harder against Kyla's hands.
His gaze flickered from Kyla to Melissa and back as the suggestion was whispered, and he nodded, gasping quietly as he felt Kyla's hand on his hot cock .
"Yes... let us find somewhere more private. We need to get these clothes out of the way..."
His gaze flickered from Kyla to Melissa and back as the suggestion was whispered, and he nodded, gasping quietly as he felt Kyla's hand on his hot cock .
"Yes... let us find somewhere more private. We need to get these clothes out of the way..."
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mister grey
My glass is empty but there's nothing I want to drink that the damn doctor 'll allow. I lean across the bar: 'Herman,' I murmur, 'I hear tell of them looking for some place a little more private. You may want to attend to the cameras.'
And I turn, and smile at the lascivious lovers, and a melancholy satisfaction spreads through my limbs.
My glass is empty but there's nothing I want to drink that the damn doctor 'll allow. I lean across the bar: 'Herman,' I murmur, 'I hear tell of them looking for some place a little more private. You may want to attend to the cameras.'
And I turn, and smile at the lascivious lovers, and a melancholy satisfaction spreads through my limbs.
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melissa
i walk over and get a key from the man behind the bar, he knows me, so it's pretty easy.
i lead patrick and kyla down the hall to the corresponding door. i walk in and flop down on the bed, giving them both a nasty look, and a glimpse of my soaking red panties, as i lean back and beckon them with two fingers.
i walk over and get a key from the man behind the bar, he knows me, so it's pretty easy.
i lead patrick and kyla down the hall to the corresponding door. i walk in and flop down on the bed, giving them both a nasty look, and a glimpse of my soaking red panties, as i lean back and beckon them with two fingers.
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Puss-Puss O'Meara
OOC: Cate ‘Puss-puss’ O’Meara
44, librarian at NYC Main; tall, lean and fit; very small tits (hardly more than nipples); boy-cropped blue-black hair; dresses like a chic dyke. Knows Mr. Grey as library customer and voyeurism partner; they prefer to appear unacquainted in public.
IC:
Good, Grey is here, and he seems to be arranging a special show. Just in time, Puss.
O’Meara’s in her usual dark-grey flannels but without a shirt under the jacket and no panties or hose. She wears a large fake ruby pendant that rests on her visible collar-bone. She’s also switched her work Oxfords for spike-heeled black ankle boots. Her eyes are kohl-rimmed and her only other face color is dark red Chanel, matte.
After languidly crossing the room and getting a double Jack Daniels straight she passes by Mr. Grey’s table, whispering, “Your Puss is here, old man. Lead the way when it’s time for the show.”
As she brushes his shoulder with her thigh, she adds, “These are the pair with the slit crotch. I’m ready for heavy-duty work, Gramps.”
OOC: Cate ‘Puss-puss’ O’Meara
44, librarian at NYC Main; tall, lean and fit; very small tits (hardly more than nipples); boy-cropped blue-black hair; dresses like a chic dyke. Knows Mr. Grey as library customer and voyeurism partner; they prefer to appear unacquainted in public.
IC:
Good, Grey is here, and he seems to be arranging a special show. Just in time, Puss.
O’Meara’s in her usual dark-grey flannels but without a shirt under the jacket and no panties or hose. She wears a large fake ruby pendant that rests on her visible collar-bone. She’s also switched her work Oxfords for spike-heeled black ankle boots. Her eyes are kohl-rimmed and her only other face color is dark red Chanel, matte.
After languidly crossing the room and getting a double Jack Daniels straight she passes by Mr. Grey’s table, whispering, “Your Puss is here, old man. Lead the way when it’s time for the show.”
As she brushes his shoulder with her thigh, she adds, “These are the pair with the slit crotch. I’m ready for heavy-duty work, Gramps.”
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Kyla:
I grasp Patrick's hands in mine and lead him to the bed where Melissa is sprawled, her legs spread giving us a gorgeous view of her wet pussy. I sit on the edge of the bed, resting one hand on her leg while the other returns to Patrick's now fully erect cock. I work his pants open with my free hand and push them down until they pool around his ankles. His large shaft springs upward, pointing straight at me, a drop of white precum glittering on his dark ebony head. I moan and look up at him, then, my eyes still on his, I lean forward and lick the moisture up, groaning as I taste him.
"Mmmm, yummy, Patrick. I think I'm gonna want more of that." I say before I close my mouth over his hardness. Wrapping my tongue over the head, I slide my lips forward, slowly swallowing his cock until my nose is pressed against his tummy. I can feel his head in my throat, and I can hear him groaning as I begin using my tongue to further stimulate his shaft.
My hand has worked it's way up Melissa's thigh and is now teasing around the edge of her soaked thong. I allow my finger to slip in and over her clit. As I suck on Patrick's beautiful cock, I begin fingering Melissa's soft, wet cunt. I love hearing them both moan as I pleasure them simultaneously.
I grasp Patrick's hands in mine and lead him to the bed where Melissa is sprawled, her legs spread giving us a gorgeous view of her wet pussy. I sit on the edge of the bed, resting one hand on her leg while the other returns to Patrick's now fully erect cock. I work his pants open with my free hand and push them down until they pool around his ankles. His large shaft springs upward, pointing straight at me, a drop of white precum glittering on his dark ebony head. I moan and look up at him, then, my eyes still on his, I lean forward and lick the moisture up, groaning as I taste him.
"Mmmm, yummy, Patrick. I think I'm gonna want more of that." I say before I close my mouth over his hardness. Wrapping my tongue over the head, I slide my lips forward, slowly swallowing his cock until my nose is pressed against his tummy. I can feel his head in my throat, and I can hear him groaning as I begin using my tongue to further stimulate his shaft.
My hand has worked it's way up Melissa's thigh and is now teasing around the edge of her soaked thong. I allow my finger to slip in and over her clit. As I suck on Patrick's beautiful cock, I begin fingering Melissa's soft, wet cunt. I love hearing them both moan as I pleasure them simultaneously.
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He closed the door behind himself after he was pulled into the room, and his gaze went straight to Melissa's open pussy. As Kyla works his pants down, his eyes turn to her, watching as she licks the drop of precum off the his cock. He groans softly, her pink tongue warm on the swollen head, and his fingers dive into her hair. He pushes, gently at first, on the back of her head as she swallows his cock, drawing a moan from deep in his throat.
His eyes move then as he notices Kyla's hand sliding up Melissa's thigh, and he nods his head slightly, his hips beginning to move slowly, fucking Kyla's mouth.
"Yes... fuck her pussy..."
His eyes move then as he notices Kyla's hand sliding up Melissa's thigh, and he nods his head slightly, his hips beginning to move slowly, fucking Kyla's mouth.
"Yes... fuck her pussy..."
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mister grey
I don't know what it is, but when O'Meara passes I always hear music playing. It's like I'm suddenly plugged into some radio station that she's transmitting. Something raunchy but innocent.
Hm: that could just be my self-delusion, the 'innocent' part, the lyrical guitar I imagine playing against the pulse of the bass and the dirty drumbeat.
Herman doesn't have to ask me; I don't have to ask him. The moment the dancers went in back he palmed the other key. Now he passes it to me. I pick up my plastic bag at my feet that clatters with the usual toys. I clear my throat, nonchalant.
'I hear there's a trio playing. Back in the...Mirabar. Guess I'll catch some tunes.'
I don't even glance at her. I just shuffle off.
The damn key always rattles in the lock before the door opens. I try not to look at the peeling wallpaper, the stains here and there. The moans of the lovers next door are a new kind of music, but I need O'Meara's melody before I open the curtain to the two-way mirror. I tiptoe to the bed and lay everything out on the familiar turquoise coverlet.
Tonight, yes: the butterfly clitoris stimulator that I can strap to her, and the two bowls marked 'PUSS'. Mm. I have to remind myself to breathe more slowly as I pour the Jack Daniels in one bowl, and half a dozen Belgian chocolates in the other, and place the two bowls on the rough blue carpet beside the curtain that conceals the mirror.
I wait.
Here, kitty kitty. Here, puss puss...
I don't know what it is, but when O'Meara passes I always hear music playing. It's like I'm suddenly plugged into some radio station that she's transmitting. Something raunchy but innocent.
Hm: that could just be my self-delusion, the 'innocent' part, the lyrical guitar I imagine playing against the pulse of the bass and the dirty drumbeat.
Herman doesn't have to ask me; I don't have to ask him. The moment the dancers went in back he palmed the other key. Now he passes it to me. I pick up my plastic bag at my feet that clatters with the usual toys. I clear my throat, nonchalant.
'I hear there's a trio playing. Back in the...Mirabar. Guess I'll catch some tunes.'
I don't even glance at her. I just shuffle off.
The damn key always rattles in the lock before the door opens. I try not to look at the peeling wallpaper, the stains here and there. The moans of the lovers next door are a new kind of music, but I need O'Meara's melody before I open the curtain to the two-way mirror. I tiptoe to the bed and lay everything out on the familiar turquoise coverlet.
Tonight, yes: the butterfly clitoris stimulator that I can strap to her, and the two bowls marked 'PUSS'. Mm. I have to remind myself to breathe more slowly as I pour the Jack Daniels in one bowl, and half a dozen Belgian chocolates in the other, and place the two bowls on the rough blue carpet beside the curtain that conceals the mirror.
I wait.
Here, kitty kitty. Here, puss puss...
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I watch Grey as he takes his old plastic bag and ‘our’ key. I follow, beginning to feel as animal (feline) and dirty as this place and its inhabitants. As I pass the bar I begin to walk differently, languidly; I become Puss-puss. My teats point and tingle shooting their currents down to my slit, my clit. Ah, I will soon begin to purr.
I wait only long enough, knowing Grey’s aptitude for presentation. Before heading down the hallway I turn to Herman and hiss. The cretin smacks his lips and his crotch. How disgusting they all are, only the old man is a true gentleman.
At the slightly opened door I go down on all fours, arch my back and let out a soft purr as I enter, crawling light-footed to my treats, paying no attention to Grey. At the JD bowl I stop to slowly lick the backs of my hands and move my ass in circles, purring continuously. My movements cause the textured gabardine to caress my nipples. Umm, umm. . . I moan softly as I begin to lap at the hot liquid letting it coat my chin and dribble down my neck as I raise my head and laugh.
"There, there my Puss," I hear, as I feel hands caressing my ass, moving to the slit in my crotch.
Purrrrr, purrrr. . .
I watch Grey as he takes his old plastic bag and ‘our’ key. I follow, beginning to feel as animal (feline) and dirty as this place and its inhabitants. As I pass the bar I begin to walk differently, languidly; I become Puss-puss. My teats point and tingle shooting their currents down to my slit, my clit. Ah, I will soon begin to purr.
I wait only long enough, knowing Grey’s aptitude for presentation. Before heading down the hallway I turn to Herman and hiss. The cretin smacks his lips and his crotch. How disgusting they all are, only the old man is a true gentleman.
At the slightly opened door I go down on all fours, arch my back and let out a soft purr as I enter, crawling light-footed to my treats, paying no attention to Grey. At the JD bowl I stop to slowly lick the backs of my hands and move my ass in circles, purring continuously. My movements cause the textured gabardine to caress my nipples. Umm, umm. . . I moan softly as I begin to lap at the hot liquid letting it coat my chin and dribble down my neck as I raise my head and laugh.
"There, there my Puss," I hear, as I feel hands caressing my ass, moving to the slit in my crotch.
Purrrrr, purrrr. . .
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I crouch beside her. Grey and Puss-puss. Animals together, on all fours. And yet: the spirit of her remains who she is, smiling, within the feline creature whose hair I stroke, stroke, 'There, Puss-puss, not too greedy now,' I murmur, stroking her hair with my left hand as the two middle fingers of my right move in and out of her slit, enjoying her wetness, 'Lovely puss-puss,' as I stroke her face and then her hair again, the easy rhythm of my fingers in and out of her, puss, puss, puss, puss...
I whisper: 'Let's see what we can see.' Reluctantly my fingers leave the touch of her hair. My left hand reaches for the cord of the curtain. The swirl of browns and reds parts and there, beyond the glass, are three bodies, three human bodies, in elaborations of caresses.
She miaous. 'Miaou,' I love the sound she makes, a plea, and at the same time an announcement of pleasure, with just a hint of irony to remind us both that we know our own folly - and yet relish it.
'Yes, puss-puss,' as she watches the bodies on the other side of the glass, I fit the butterfly over her clitoris and she makes other feline noises from the depths, the straps hold it against her and I want to bury myself in the smell of her but no, I satisfy myself with a slap of her right buttock and then I'm beside her again, stroking her hair and my fingers on the remote make the butterfly move on her, 'Look, look,' as the bodies mingle and writhe and she purrs and moans and licks a little whisky I cup in my hand to her as I move the dial on the remote...'Puss, puss'...
I crouch beside her. Grey and Puss-puss. Animals together, on all fours. And yet: the spirit of her remains who she is, smiling, within the feline creature whose hair I stroke, stroke, 'There, Puss-puss, not too greedy now,' I murmur, stroking her hair with my left hand as the two middle fingers of my right move in and out of her slit, enjoying her wetness, 'Lovely puss-puss,' as I stroke her face and then her hair again, the easy rhythm of my fingers in and out of her, puss, puss, puss, puss...
I whisper: 'Let's see what we can see.' Reluctantly my fingers leave the touch of her hair. My left hand reaches for the cord of the curtain. The swirl of browns and reds parts and there, beyond the glass, are three bodies, three human bodies, in elaborations of caresses.
She miaous. 'Miaou,' I love the sound she makes, a plea, and at the same time an announcement of pleasure, with just a hint of irony to remind us both that we know our own folly - and yet relish it.
'Yes, puss-puss,' as she watches the bodies on the other side of the glass, I fit the butterfly over her clitoris and she makes other feline noises from the depths, the straps hold it against her and I want to bury myself in the smell of her but no, I satisfy myself with a slap of her right buttock and then I'm beside her again, stroking her hair and my fingers on the remote make the butterfly move on her, 'Look, look,' as the bodies mingle and writhe and she purrs and moans and licks a little whisky I cup in my hand to her as I move the dial on the remote...'Puss, puss'...
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Ah, Master’s so good to me. His touch is enlivening. I feel naked as a kitty’s sweet mouth open wide as it yawns. Miaoouu. . . His writing hand, those artistic fingers play a little nasty tune in my quim. Miaaaaoou. . .
I’m so happy like this, so free and naked to my soul. Not like those writhing children—no imagination. There’s so much pleasure to discover in the mind. Grey and I share a gift. Still, we depend on these boys and girls for the strange little tastes of their world.
“Maestro, pull my trousers off, all the way, please. And thank you for the butterfly; it’s one of my favorites. Miaow, Miaaooow. . . Off with this scratchy jacket too, but let me keep my booties on. Purr, purrrr. . .
Now your precious spanks will be as real as we desire. But, Old Man, I’m bored with this window, may we start our own performance, just your little doggie and Puss?
Ouch! Yesss. . .
More drink, please. And some chocolate for my other mouth?
Purr-purr please? OW, ow! Purrr-fect. . .”
Ah, Master’s so good to me. His touch is enlivening. I feel naked as a kitty’s sweet mouth open wide as it yawns. Miaoouu. . . His writing hand, those artistic fingers play a little nasty tune in my quim. Miaaaaoou. . .
I’m so happy like this, so free and naked to my soul. Not like those writhing children—no imagination. There’s so much pleasure to discover in the mind. Grey and I share a gift. Still, we depend on these boys and girls for the strange little tastes of their world.
“Maestro, pull my trousers off, all the way, please. And thank you for the butterfly; it’s one of my favorites. Miaow, Miaaooow. . . Off with this scratchy jacket too, but let me keep my booties on. Purr, purrrr. . .
Now your precious spanks will be as real as we desire. But, Old Man, I’m bored with this window, may we start our own performance, just your little doggie and Puss?
Ouch! Yesss. . .
More drink, please. And some chocolate for my other mouth?
Purr-purr please? OW, ow! Purrr-fect. . .”
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i hear clatter from the secret chamber. i smile, lousy voyeurs, i think they picked the wrong room tonight. this is my private room i use every time i deign to show up at this club. heheh, i have a little surprise waiting for them tonight.
kyla's sliding her hand up my leg about to frig my pussy while she sucks on patrick's cock. this is going to be great. i moan and lean back further to get access to my toys in the chest off to the side of the huge bed. "excuse me," i say seductively as i slip the key into the lock, "i have to get a couple of things."
i hear clatter from the secret chamber. i smile, lousy voyeurs, i think they picked the wrong room tonight. this is my private room i use every time i deign to show up at this club. heheh, i have a little surprise waiting for them tonight.
kyla's sliding her hand up my leg about to frig my pussy while she sucks on patrick's cock. this is going to be great. i moan and lean back further to get access to my toys in the chest off to the side of the huge bed. "excuse me," i say seductively as i slip the key into the lock, "i have to get a couple of things."
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What a noisy Puss-Puss...I do believe her clamour is drowning out the sounds of the lovers in the next room, who at first I thought were bound to win a prize...
Surrounded by the puddle of her clothes, on all fours, how delicious she looks...mm, how she twists and purrs as I play with the remote that moves at her clitoris...
And with the slightest of - spank! spank! - impact, how delightfully her buttocks glow...
Why, she looks so delovely, I do believe she should make love to herself...
And so I reach with my left foot and flick the light switch so that the two-way mirror becomes, indeed, a mirror. Puss-Puss miaous in surprise at seeing herself, her mouth smeared with chocolate, her body moving sinuously and occasionally - spank! spank! - more jerkily, 'Lick the mirror, Puss-Puss,' I say, tossing a little Jack Daniels at the glass to encourage her, twisting the speed of the butterfly stimulator a little higher, 'Lick, lick, Puss-puss...'...Spank, spank...
What a noisy Puss-Puss...I do believe her clamour is drowning out the sounds of the lovers in the next room, who at first I thought were bound to win a prize...
Surrounded by the puddle of her clothes, on all fours, how delicious she looks...mm, how she twists and purrs as I play with the remote that moves at her clitoris...
And with the slightest of - spank! spank! - impact, how delightfully her buttocks glow...
Why, she looks so delovely, I do believe she should make love to herself...
And so I reach with my left foot and flick the light switch so that the two-way mirror becomes, indeed, a mirror. Puss-Puss miaous in surprise at seeing herself, her mouth smeared with chocolate, her body moving sinuously and occasionally - spank! spank! - more jerkily, 'Lick the mirror, Puss-Puss,' I say, tossing a little Jack Daniels at the glass to encourage her, twisting the speed of the butterfly stimulator a little higher, 'Lick, lick, Puss-puss...'...Spank, spank...
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Puss-puss O'Meara
I rise and stretch, move my legs into second position with my pointy ankle boots in perfect turnout.
“This slooooow plié is just for you, Maestro; you may count the beats—4/4 waltz, purr-purr-pleeeeeezzze.”
As I lower myself, straightened back with held-in tummy and pulled-in ass, arms stretched out gracefully à la seconde, I lap at the liquor on the window leaving streaks of chocolate for the return. Holding my position at its lowest point, so that my thighs are parallel to the floor, I squeal at the increasing oscillations of the butterfly.
“Puss is dripping; miaow, miaaooow. . .”
I continue to yelp and mew holding my arms steady in the sinuous curving that forms the simple ports de bras.
Spank, spank.
“Oh-la-la! Monsieur Grey. Trop doux, n'est-ce pas?”
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK!!!
“Ow, ow, OW! MIAOOW-ow-ow! Oui-oui! Il est parfait maintenant!"
Grey steps back, his always sad eyes intent on my concentrated movement and struggle to maintain control. I feel the rose-heat of my stinging cheeks. I begin the rise slowly, inner thighs quavering now, but arms floating gracefully in their outstretched position. I lick at the chocolate-whiskey and hum in waltz-time to the vibrato of my clit echoing throughout my nether lips and little cave.
"O’Meara’s Melody", he calls it.
Spank!
I move into fifth position with arms held high in a soft circle framing my head, fingers splayed decoratively like Alonso's as Giselle. With a quick soutenu turn I face my recondite partner.
I lean back against the sticky glass, knowing all will be washed clean later. Still in fifth I demi-plié and rub my nipples so that they overshadow my small breasts. I pinch and pull harder as the butterfly begins a continuous buzz. I see Grey's thumb pushing the remote's knob as high as it will go. Fuck, I want that dearest thumb on my clit. Patience, Puss.
“Mmm. . . Do you hear that, Old Man? I think there’s a bee trying to sting your Puss. Buzzz, buzzzzzzzzzzzzz. . .”
My climax causes the usual out-of-body experience. I float above myself and hear my screams and scratches on the glass. The heat of my volcanic self seems to radiate even to the ceiling where I waft like a Botticelli angel in heaven. But even sexual bliss has a law of gravity. I fall down in a fixed languor.
OOC: Gentle readers: you will see below that Puss-Puss and Grey leave this intriguing place for further intrigues of their own. We humbly direct you to "shades of grey--puss puss, the prequel". Enjoy yourselves at Pandora's, then come visit our part of NYC.
perdita and patrick1
I rise and stretch, move my legs into second position with my pointy ankle boots in perfect turnout.
“This slooooow plié is just for you, Maestro; you may count the beats—4/4 waltz, purr-purr-pleeeeeezzze.”
As I lower myself, straightened back with held-in tummy and pulled-in ass, arms stretched out gracefully à la seconde, I lap at the liquor on the window leaving streaks of chocolate for the return. Holding my position at its lowest point, so that my thighs are parallel to the floor, I squeal at the increasing oscillations of the butterfly.
“Puss is dripping; miaow, miaaooow. . .”
I continue to yelp and mew holding my arms steady in the sinuous curving that forms the simple ports de bras.
Spank, spank.
“Oh-la-la! Monsieur Grey. Trop doux, n'est-ce pas?”
SPANK, SPANK, SPANK!!!
“Ow, ow, OW! MIAOOW-ow-ow! Oui-oui! Il est parfait maintenant!"
Grey steps back, his always sad eyes intent on my concentrated movement and struggle to maintain control. I feel the rose-heat of my stinging cheeks. I begin the rise slowly, inner thighs quavering now, but arms floating gracefully in their outstretched position. I lick at the chocolate-whiskey and hum in waltz-time to the vibrato of my clit echoing throughout my nether lips and little cave.
"O’Meara’s Melody", he calls it.
Spank!
I move into fifth position with arms held high in a soft circle framing my head, fingers splayed decoratively like Alonso's as Giselle. With a quick soutenu turn I face my recondite partner.
I lean back against the sticky glass, knowing all will be washed clean later. Still in fifth I demi-plié and rub my nipples so that they overshadow my small breasts. I pinch and pull harder as the butterfly begins a continuous buzz. I see Grey's thumb pushing the remote's knob as high as it will go. Fuck, I want that dearest thumb on my clit. Patience, Puss.
“Mmm. . . Do you hear that, Old Man? I think there’s a bee trying to sting your Puss. Buzzz, buzzzzzzzzzzzzz. . .”
My climax causes the usual out-of-body experience. I float above myself and hear my screams and scratches on the glass. The heat of my volcanic self seems to radiate even to the ceiling where I waft like a Botticelli angel in heaven. But even sexual bliss has a law of gravity. I fall down in a fixed languor.
OOC: Gentle readers: you will see below that Puss-Puss and Grey leave this intriguing place for further intrigues of their own. We humbly direct you to "shades of grey--puss puss, the prequel". Enjoy yourselves at Pandora's, then come visit our part of NYC.
perdita and patrick1
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Kyla:
When Melissa pulls away to get into her drawer next to the bed, I move my hand to Patrick. I struggle to push his pants completely off, and as he steps out of them, I begin tugging my dress up around my waist. My panties are soaked, and sucking on his hard cock is causing them too get even wetter. My right hand slips between my thighs, a finger slipping beneath my thong to tease my own throbbing clit.
"Mmmm, Patrick, I need you to touch me. Put those big hands on me, stroke me, make me come." I moan between long licks on his shaft. I suck the head into my mouth again, and my left hand slips between his thighs to cup and fondle his balls.
When Melissa pulls away to get into her drawer next to the bed, I move my hand to Patrick. I struggle to push his pants completely off, and as he steps out of them, I begin tugging my dress up around my waist. My panties are soaked, and sucking on his hard cock is causing them too get even wetter. My right hand slips between my thighs, a finger slipping beneath my thong to tease my own throbbing clit.
"Mmmm, Patrick, I need you to touch me. Put those big hands on me, stroke me, make me come." I moan between long licks on his shaft. I suck the head into my mouth again, and my left hand slips between his thighs to cup and fondle his balls.
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With considerable effort, I slide my cock from Kyla's mouth and kneeled at the edge of the bed. Reaching out to her, he pushed her back onto the bed and lifted her hips, stripping off her thong. Tossing it aside, he spread her legs and slid a long, black finger into her pussy, his mouth also going to her mound. With little buildup, he began to fuck her quickly and deeply with his finger while he tongue flickered and swirled against her clit, drinking in her juices.
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Mmm, it's a swirl and a dance between the balletic Puss Puss and the master of ceremonies...I mean, myself...and it seems only a moment ago she was purring half-naked...but now in a trice we are clothed and turning the key in the lock...and when Herman asks our destinations, as I return the key to him, I can only say...'To our pasts, or perhaps our futures'...
Mmm, it's a swirl and a dance between the balletic Puss Puss and the master of ceremonies...I mean, myself...and it seems only a moment ago she was purring half-naked...but now in a trice we are clothed and turning the key in the lock...and when Herman asks our destinations, as I return the key to him, I can only say...'To our pasts, or perhaps our futures'...
calamityskald
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ooc: sorry, had some technical difficulties but am back
ic: i fumble around in the drawer for a second. no, that's not it. not that. okay, here it is. i close my lithe little fingers around the pull cord.
patrick and kyla are sixty-nining over on the bed. i'm gonna sit back and watch for a minute before i join the action. this is gonna be pretty good at least, i've got the voyeurs looking at me, too. not bad. i sit back and smile.
ooc: sorry, had some technical difficulties but am back
ic: i fumble around in the drawer for a second. no, that's not it. not that. okay, here it is. i close my lithe little fingers around the pull cord.
patrick and kyla are sixty-nining over on the bed. i'm gonna sit back and watch for a minute before i join the action. this is gonna be pretty good at least, i've got the voyeurs looking at me, too. not bad. i sit back and smile.
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