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“What are you worried about? Do you think they’ll judge you? Do you think they’ll want to fuck you? You’re going to be the wife of Tam Cornell. Do you think any man would ever dare touch you again?”
I peered through the glass, down onto the writhing throng of people. A walkway ran below us, circling the dance floor, so others could also watch those dancing.They’re looking down,I told myself. That was the whole point of the walkway. Dancers hung suspended from the ceiling in the giant metal rings. They were more like acrobats than dancers, and while I was sure they were focused on their jobs, they were also closer to our level and could easily see into the room if they wanted.
“What are you waiting for, Hallie? Do as I tell you.”
A tingle spread between my thighs, and my pussy clenched. Why did I always have to respond so physically to him?
My dress was already so short it barely covered my backside, and sitting, as I was, it had ridden even higher up my thighs. I liked the way my high heels made my calves appear even more shapely and my legs seemed to go on endlessly.
“Spread them,” he demanded. “Now.”
I swallowed hard and then parted my legs, planting my feet a little further than hip distance apart.
He laughed. “Do you really think that’s going to do it? I want them as far apart as you can get. I want your inner thigh muscles to feel the strain.”
I knew I wasn’t going to get away with it. He hadn’t let me put on any underwear either. My cheeks burned. Jesus Christ, anyone who glanced over now would be able to see right inside my pussy.
“Now touch yourself.”
“Tam,” I protested.
“Do it, or I’ll get the DJ to announce to everyone that they need to look up, and then I’ll make you do it.”
I let out a whimper but placed my fingers between my thighs, sliding them over my slippery wet folds and dipping the tips into my heat.
“That’s right, good girl. Now close your eyes.”
I obeyed and sensed the change of pressure beside me as he moved.
“You’re going to want to keep still for this.”
“What are you doing?”
Something cool and hard pressed at my entrance, and my eyes sprang open. I glanced down to see the neck of a champagne bottle pushing into my cunt. The glass was cold, and I squealed and bucked my hips.
“Keep still,” he warned me, “you don’t want it to break.”
I exhaled a shuddery breath, my inner walls clamping around the invasion. The neck started narrow at the top and gradually got wider, the deeper he pushed it inside me. Where would he stop? How much of it could I take?
I suddenly no longer cared about all the people who could see me. I was fairly sure the bottle was solid enough—it wasn’t as though it was cheap champagne—but that didn’t stop the fear of the possibility of it breaking.
Tam remained behind me, reaching around the chair and my body to fuck me with the bottle. I knew why he’d taken up that position—it was so everyone could get a good view of what he was doing.
I didn’t want to react to him, but how could I help it? I felt filthy, degraded, but also wanton and insanely turned on. I imagined my pussy stretching around the girth of the bottle, and I dropped my head back, resting on Tam’s shoulder, forcing myself to forget about everything else and just focus on the sensations powering through my body.
“Oh God, oh God.”
My body writhed and arched, utterly caught in the grip of ecstasy. I grasped the edges of the sofa, my toes curling in my heels. I gushed down the bottle as I came hard, my pussy clamping around the neck. I imagined my juices filling it up.
I slumped back against the sofa and dragged my hand through my hair. “Holy fuck.”
Tam slid the bottle from my body, and I felt like I was gaping wide open. He brought the bottle to his lips and licked the neck, as though he was trying to capture spilled champagne.
“Fuck, you’ve made me so hard,” he growled. “Get up.”
I wasn’t sure my legs were strong enough to handle standing right now—after that experience, my whole body felt as though the bones had been removed—but Tam hauled me to my feet. I wobbled in my heels, my chest and face flushed from my orgasm, my head still spinning.
Before I could judge what was happening, he yanked down my dress so it was bunched around my middle and pushed me up against the window. My tits flattened to the cool glass, my nipples hard, sensitive buds. He unzipped himself and bent his knees slightly to bring himself level with me. The head of his cock nudged my entrance, and then he shoved hard and violently inside me. I cried out, placing my palms against the window to keep my balance. He held the back of my neck as he took me, fucking me hard and fast, my cheek crushed to the window, my breath misting the glass. Had people noticed? Were they nudging each other and pointing out the mostly naked girl pressed against the glass, while a tall intimidating man in an expensive suit fucked her from behind?
