hand on her stomach slid up, fingers teasing the lower
curve of her breast. The wispy brush of a fingertip across her skin and the low
masculine rumble snapped her mind into focus. It was Cayl, his hand flat
against her abdomen, his cock grinding against her ass.
“I have checked the exits and found no trace of Harken.” He
spoke against her ear, his words conveying information but the tone was pure
seduction. “I cannot track him in the weak light but if he had been around, I
would have sensed some traces. I do not think he has appeared this evening and
may I please open the clasp of your breast restraining device?”
She nodded, the business portion of her brain trying to take
over.
His fingers dipped under her blouse and flicked the front
clasp of her bra open with a skill high school boys would kill for. She gasped
and stared down at the cups spreading open.
She slapped her hand across her chest.
“Wait.”
“Why?” Cayl’s hand was there, surrounding one breast, his
thumb flicking across the tight nipple. “You find pleasure when I touch your
tits, do you not?”
A tiny portion of her mind screamed that he obviously hadn’t
learned the lesson about calling them “breasts” not “tits” but she couldn’t
care. Not now. Not when he circled her breast with his hand, holding it,
cupping it as if he just wanted to feel her.
“The woman before us seems most pleasured by the males
sucking her tits. It has been over twenty-four hours since I have had my mouth
on your breasts and I would like to explore the sensation again.” He squeezed
her nipple between thumb and forefinger, just enough pain to send delicious
shocks into her already wet pussy. “I would have you in my mouth again.”
Yes! Devin managed, barely, to keep the word trapped
in her throat. Her mind raced through myriad possibilities, conflicted between
what she wanted and what she might regret later.
“I just do—uh, don’t want to be put on display.”
“Hmm.” Cayl hum vibrated through her back. “Then we should
find a place where I may sample you in relative privacy.”
He dropped her breast like it was on fire, grabbed her hand
and started leading her away. Devin tugged free long enough to reclasp her bra
and then took Cayl’s hand again. There was a strange portion of her head space
that wanted this. Wanted to be touched and fucked in public. And when would she
have another chance? Once Cayl found Harken, he would leave. And she would have
no reason to call Mace and certainly no reason to come back here.
This might be the last night.
Her last chance.
The wicked woman inside that she’d never let free rose to
the surface. She let Cayl lead her over to an unoccupied table. He dropped into
the chair and grabbed her hips, pulling her close, spreading her legs so her
knees moved along the outside of his. Breath caught in her throat as a slow
sensuous hunger filled her body. The constraints and concerns faded and Devin
let herself fall. Heat swelled in her pussy. She relaxed into the Cayl’s hands
as he guided her forward, sitting her on his thighs.
Her black skirt inched up, crunching at her hips, stopping
at the point where her panties showed.
“Intriguing color,” Cayl murmured as he reached between her
legs and stroked his fingers across pale green front panel.
When she’d gone home to change into “slutty” clothes, she’d
changed underwear as well, losing the granny panties and putting on a thong.
Despite her conviction that her professionalism and control would keep her from
ending up in a situation that revealed her panties, she had remembered the
previous night and knew better. It wouldn’t take much for her to end up bent
over a table with Mace spanking her ass and she wasn’t going to take the chance
of having frumpy panties bared to the world.
Plus, she was going out with Mace and Cayl and she needed
every bit of sexual ammunition she could find. The thong helped. It allowed the
skirt to brush across her
curve of her breast. The wispy brush of a fingertip across her skin and the low
masculine rumble snapped her mind into focus. It was Cayl, his hand flat
against her abdomen, his cock grinding against her ass.
“I have checked the exits and found no trace of Harken.” He
spoke against her ear, his words conveying information but the tone was pure
seduction. “I cannot track him in the weak light but if he had been around, I
would have sensed some traces. I do not think he has appeared this evening and
may I please open the clasp of your breast restraining device?”
She nodded, the business portion of her brain trying to take
over.
His fingers dipped under her blouse and flicked the front
clasp of her bra open with a skill high school boys would kill for. She gasped
and stared down at the cups spreading open.
She slapped her hand across her chest.
“Wait.”
“Why?” Cayl’s hand was there, surrounding one breast, his
thumb flicking across the tight nipple. “You find pleasure when I touch your
tits, do you not?”
A tiny portion of her mind screamed that he obviously hadn’t
learned the lesson about calling them “breasts” not “tits” but she couldn’t
care. Not now. Not when he circled her breast with his hand, holding it,
cupping it as if he just wanted to feel her.
“The woman before us seems most pleasured by the males
sucking her tits. It has been over twenty-four hours since I have had my mouth
on your breasts and I would like to explore the sensation again.” He squeezed
her nipple between thumb and forefinger, just enough pain to send delicious
shocks into her already wet pussy. “I would have you in my mouth again.”
Yes! Devin managed, barely, to keep the word trapped
in her throat. Her mind raced through myriad possibilities, conflicted between
what she wanted and what she might regret later.
“I just do—uh, don’t want to be put on display.”
“Hmm.” Cayl hum vibrated through her back. “Then we should
find a place where I may sample you in relative privacy.”
He dropped her breast like it was on fire, grabbed her hand
and started leading her away. Devin tugged free long enough to reclasp her bra
and then took Cayl’s hand again. There was a strange portion of her head space
that wanted this. Wanted to be touched and fucked in public. And when would she
have another chance? Once Cayl found Harken, he would leave. And she would have
no reason to call Mace and certainly no reason to come back here.
This might be the last night.
Her last chance.
The wicked woman inside that she’d never let free rose to
the surface. She let Cayl lead her over to an unoccupied table. He dropped into
the chair and grabbed her hips, pulling her close, spreading her legs so her
knees moved along the outside of his. Breath caught in her throat as a slow
sensuous hunger filled her body. The constraints and concerns faded and Devin
let herself fall. Heat swelled in her pussy. She relaxed into the Cayl’s hands
as he guided her forward, sitting her on his thighs.
Her black skirt inched up, crunching at her hips, stopping
at the point where her panties showed.
“Intriguing color,” Cayl murmured as he reached between her
legs and stroked his fingers across pale green front panel.
When she’d gone home to change into “slutty” clothes, she’d
changed underwear as well, losing the granny panties and putting on a thong.
Despite her conviction that her professionalism and control would keep her from
ending up in a situation that revealed her panties, she had remembered the
previous night and knew better. It wouldn’t take much for her to end up bent
over a table with Mace spanking her ass and she wasn’t going to take the chance
of having frumpy panties bared to the world.
Plus, she was going out with Mace and Cayl and she needed
every bit of sexual ammunition she could find. The thong helped. It allowed the
skirt to brush across her
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