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CC’s mouth went dry, her gaze traveling from Al’s heels, up the seams of her stockings, along the leather garters that bisected the back of her thighs and bare ass cheeks, a tiny thong nestled in her crack, then along the zipper of her leather corset that ran from the small of her back to her shoulder blades. Low enough that—when Al turned—CC could see that her breasts were spilling out of the top of the corset, just like she promised.
CC groaned and spread her legs more, hips thrusting forward. Fuck, she needed to rub her clit to relieve the pressure that was about to blow.
“Keep your hands on the couch,” Al ordered, sensing her distress. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.” She kicked off her heels, stepped onto the chaise, and palmed the underside of her right breast. “I’m going to feed this to you and tell you how to treat it. Make no other movements.” She held the tit against CC’s parted lips, and CC breathed hot air over it, smiling as Al shivered. “Slow licks around the nipple. Takes a little more work for it to stiffen.” CC pressed her lips more firmly against the darker pink of Al’s areola, then swirled her tongue, above, under, and along each side of her nipple, like Al had teased her clit earlier.
“Yeah, that’s it.” The low timbre of Al’s voice, the slight shake to it, filled CC with joy, with satisfaction that she was returning the care Al was showing her. Stoking Al’s desire as much as Al was stoking hers. “Suck now, gently, and flick the nipple with your tongue.” CC increased the pressure with her lips, applying suction as she flicked the tip of her tongue over the numb. Al’s hand tangled in her hair, holding her there, humming in content. A vibration CC felt all the way to her core. She repeated the teasing lick and suck again.
“No playing favorites,” Al said as she leaned back and switched her hold, feeding her other tit to CC. “Gentle licks and flicks. I want this one as good and stiff as the first.” Her hand fisted in CC’s hair again, and CC lost herself in the pleasure she was giving, in the way the soft skin around Al’s nipple wrinkled, the way her nipple stiffened as CC continued to tease and torture it. She was so caught up in sensation that she gasped when another entered the picture, Al’s other hand between her legs again. CC slammed her tongue up, catching Al’s nipple against the roof of her mouth before it slipped from her lips.
Al chuckled. “You’re good with that tongue.” She spread CC open, swiped her fingers through the moisture there, then glided her fingers around her clit again, mimicking CC’s motions. “Oh, baby, you’re soaked. Is this for me?”
“Yes, ma’am,” she mumbled around Al’s breast.
“I want to stand back and see. Will you show me?”
She carefully released Al’s tit. “Yes, ma’am.”
CC clutched the back of the couch, having to balance again without Al’s counterweight to lean on. Standing, Al’s gaze swept over CC like a brand, burning hottest where it landed on her center. “Look at you, gorgeous and glistening wet for me. Your cunt’s so hungry.”
“So fucking hungry.”
“So powerful.” She lifted her heated gaze, catching Al’s. “Will you show them too?”
Them.
Their audience.
CC had forgotten all about them, so caught up in Al. At the reminder, she grew hotter, her clit throbbed harder. She nodded.
“Spread your legs as wide as you can,” Al said.
CC pushed her right leg out, all the way to the chaise arm, and, with her left heel, kicked over the middle back cushion and planted her foot in it. Al smiled wide, full of pride that filled CC with the same. “Drink?”
“Whiskey.”
“You’re fucking stunning, CC.”
Al stepped out of the way, and CC got her first clear look at the house. Of the gazes locked on her, of the people tangled together against the window and on the couches and chairs turned toward the windows. Between glances, they were kissing and touching, turned on by her and Al.
“Everyone in that room wishes they were me,” Al said as she circled behind CC, her hot breath coasting over the crook of CC’s neck. She wove an arm under CC’s, over her thigh, and between her legs, holding her there. “They wish all this was for them. And some of it is, isn’t it?” Al had to have felt the blast of heat, the ripple of excitement her words caused. “Show ’em your tits too. Take them out of that dress like I told you to the other night.” She stepped closer, front against CC’s back, bracing her. “I’ve got you.”
CC released the couch, blood rushing back into her hands. She stretched her fingers, once, twice, then lifted them to the neckline of her dress so she could drag it down with the cups of her bra, creating a shelf below her bared breasts.
“Play with them,” Al said. “Show them how you like to be teased while I tease you too.”
CC kneaded and rolled her tits, and behind her, Al dipped and flicked her fingers between CC’s legs and moved in a slow wave. She rocked their bodies together, taking her along for the ride. With her words too, she painted erotic works of art, narrating the scene they were creating and witnessing. “You see that woman in the chair in the lace one-piece?” CC found her through the haze of lust, a woman with tan skin, long dark hair, and in a purple lace lingerie that opened in a V down the center, from her shoulders to below her belly button. She was seated in one of the oversize chairs, her breasts spilling out of the lace, her legs thrown over the arms, spread like CC. “I bet her cunt is as wet as yours. You see how dark the lace of her crotch is? Watch the movement of her hand, CC. She’s stuffing herself full, wishing her fingers were the ones inside you.” Al shoved three fingers inside her, and CC grunted, her hips shooting off the couch, riding Al’s hand. “I bet she wishes she could taste you as much as I want to.”
CC’s eyes fluttered closed, and she dropped her head back onto Al’s shoulder. “Mouth, please.”
She kissed a path down her neck, then flicked her tongue in the sensitive spot behind CC’s ear, making her tremble. “You want mine on you?”
“Please.”
“Lower yourself onto the cushions.”
CC levered herself off the corner and down onto the chaise proper. She scooted back into the corner, one leg hanging off the front, the other propped on the cushions. Al circled in front of her, and CC had a moment of how-the-fuck-did-I-get-this-lucky. The woman in front of her was gorgeous, her body poured into leather and nylon, her nipples hard and skin flushed, her eyes full of dark, delicious thoughts. CC shook her head in wondrous disbelief. “You are so fucking hot.”
“Says the firecracker laid out like a snack.” Al put a knee to the couch and braced a hand in the cushion behind CC. With the other, she palmed CC’s breast. “I bet everyone in the house up there wishes they could fill their hands full of these tits. Suck on them too.” She dipped her head, lifted with her hand, and closed her mouth around CC’s nipple, sucking hard.
