The feel of his mouth taking each nipple in turn whilst he palms and massages the other breast feeds my fervour. My hips, unashamedly hump his fingers. Mercer senses my need and shoves his fingers deeper inside me, finger fucking quite lewdly into my body. He sucks and squeezes harder.
I squeeze my eyes shut and am lost in the spell cast, drowning in the sea of pure female passion. The hand in the juncture of my thighs obliges and strokes and plays and thrusts as though knowing my most secret thoughts.
Mercer drags his mouth from my tit and leans in and begins to whisper words in my ear, his breath pushing my hair away, and billowing sensuously inside.
The words are obscene, and may not be of his mouth but whether his words are his own or the phantom of Stanley Grill, they excite and enflame my blood.
“Show me what a slut you are,” he hisses softly, and his fingers poke and probe me with more vigour. “Let me see how a little whore cums from having her tits sucked and her pussy played with. You are that whore, Brandybee, and I want you to let her out. Give her to me. Give me all your hot cum like a bitch in heat. I want it all”
My heart accelerates, my face burns with embarrassment and I hump harder as Mercer trails his lips to each nipple. The licking and sucking is obscenely delightful. He circles my erect areola causing them to become harder with each touch of his tongue.
I groan as the words echo over and over and encourage my brain to support my body. I am on fire!
“Show me what a slut you are “… “Tits sucked and Pussy played with”… “Cum like a bitch in heat”…
Mercer moves down trailing his tongue on my sizzling skin, raining kisses and licks and faint nibbles from my cleavage to my naval.
Bear watches intently and spell bound.
Mercer rims my belly button and probes it in a promise of his technique elsewhere. I groan again and arch my tummy into his face, maddened. I grab his head to enjoy the moment of his face crushed into my naked belly. But then the temptation for more is overwhelming. I push him down my body impatiently, like a slut! The slut that is overpowering me!
Mercer’s tongue obliges and the thrill is electric. I feel bereft as he removes his fingers but sigh in relieve as his tongue pleasures me in their place. He licks my furrow, slow, savouring every drop of the heavy moisture there. He explores everything with his tongue!
He feeds me his glazed fingers and I suck on them hungrily. I taste and smell my lusty desire as he is doing, expertly, between my legs.
I squeeze his head between my thighs, seeking the answer to my white hot need.
Mercer takes over, removing his fingers from my mouth and then using both hands to part and push up my legs, widened, for him.
He pulls back to gaze at my most intimate secrets. My pussy is glistening and swollen. The trimmed red strip of pubic hair wet in my own juices. My smooth undercarriage and little pink rosette glistens and is reddened slightly by my excitement and his exploration.
He parts my labia and then closes in with his tongue and resumes once more. He slides along my aching crease and finds his goal. My clitoris rejoices in the feel of his hot tongue and lips, rippling along my body to my moaning mouth. My hips thrust out reflexively and he plunges his fingers into my sex once more.
I groan at the rapturous pleasure that assails me and am hardly aware of the pool room door opening and Bluedenim and jcm0824, entering. Not caring of the obscene sight they see – Mercer embedded, hungrily eating me between my legs like the wanton whore that I am, lying on the pool table in her ripped dress.
They walk to the secret passage but I am lost in my sexual frenzy to know if they enter the Ice House or return to the bar.
Part of my mind knows of the shameful spectacle I am making of myself, but the other knows of the blessed relief of orgasm that threatens, about to thunder down upon me, like a herd of galloping, wild, head tossing, horses.
Mercer’s tongue melds into my sex, the maddening pleasure of his tongue working at my sex, driving everything else from my mind. He is demanding I let go, demanding I give in to my most obscene and salacious desires and show him the whore I have within. I pull on his hair, riding his face.
I don’t care any longer. My dignity, my self-respect, none of that matters any more. Only the orgasm in my grasp…
I slam my head back against the pool table, clench my eyes shut, lurch my pussy violently on Mercers tongue and scream…
My orgasm comes to boiling point, right from the very tips of the toes on my feet. It‘s shoots sparks down my legs and up my body. I convulse in a wracking, spasm of release. My hips jerk upwards into his face. I yank hard on his hair as my belly flexes so tight with each wave of savage, trembling, leg jerking, joy.
All the time, I hear Stanley whispering in my ear, “That’s it Slut, show them your joy in cumming, drench Mercer in your cum. Show them both how much you like your cunt eaten, and your tits felt. Show them the whore inside of you. Let it out like a good girl“
Eventually, the spasms subside. All my strength is sapped, leaving my limbs like a “Sally Sandbag.” The last remnants of my mighty orgasm twitch and quake throughout my body and I am left with a feeling of calm well being, and… a terrible thirst that needs to be quenched.
