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Masked ball
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Sirra followed the elegant man at her side, who kept the gaze lowered, exactly as it was expected by her. Her delicate feet were in terrifyingly high platforms and her face hidden behind a finely crafted, dark green feather mask. Around the neck she wore a wide band made of satin, to which a delicate silver chain was attached. At this chain her companion led her through the room like on a leash.
In addition to these accessories, their petite body hides little from the greedy eyes of the others;The bit of underwear she was wearing emphasized her advantages rather than hiding her.
She wasn’t the only woman in the room, but she was the pretty piece of jewelry that was displayed before everyone.
And that, like her wet glittering, swollen labia clearly showed her.
“Are you ready, my beautiful?“, Her companion murmured close to her ear. His deep, melodic voice ensured that her knees became soft. He gently breathed a kiss on her earlobe, his breath grazed her sensitive skin and her neck hairs occurred.
Sirra nodded and indicated a kink. “At any time,” she whispered.
On a harsh gesture of the big man next to her, the others withdrew and formed a loose circle around her.
Servants rushed up and dragged various things: a large, leather -padded table, a box, several pillows and a number of chairs for the observers – provided they wanted to stay observers.
Sirra showed something different: hooks in various sizes were attached here, they were connected to each other with ropes via a complicated cable train.
At the idea of what can be paid here in the center of general attention, it was very much in her abdomen. She felt that her fingers were trembling a little.
Sirra smiled that her companion raised her to the padded table and set off so that her Legs comfortably drained over the edge. Then he took a few steps back.
Sirra looked around again in the room: the lighting was dimmed, in the background, gentle instrumental music and exceptional were all presented with pretty evening wear. Except her.
“Come on,” he asked her, “show us that you like to be here!”
Through her mask she looked into the round.
Then she lifted her right hand on her mouth and gently sucked on her index and middle finger. Smiling, she lifted her legs and spread her teasing. With her fingers, which was wet with her own saliva, she caressed her swollen clitoris, she was already shining moist, knowing that dozens of eyes followed her movements. After she got a little more in the mood in this way, she kneaded her breasts and lolled on the table.
She made sure that she looked good – her companion liked to do that and he would reward her accordingly.
After a few minutes he came back to her table and stood next to her. In his hand he held an elegantly curved, glass Dildo.
“Do you want to play with it yourself or should I?”, asked he.
In response, she turned a little and swung her left leg onto his shoulder, so that it laid out comfortably on the velvet -soft fabric of his suit jacket.
“How you mean.”
But instead of introducing her to the dildo equally, he stroked her hypersensitive shame with the entire palm of your hand, let his fingers dance over her skin and avoided just diving into the wet gap between the labia.
The Viewer Cried him that he should go on, that they wanted to hear the little one groaned at the table. Oh, they were like children who have not yet understood that it was half the fun of a game to play it.
Her companion put the dildo next to her at the table and bent off something so that his head hovered exactly between her legs. He gently blew over her heated skin and brought her to tingle.
Then he put his mouth directly over her clitoris and carefully sucked it in.
Sirra gasped quietly and leaned back a bit to be able to enjoy better. She released her weight on her elbows. Licking was something that this man was particularly good at. With his clever tongue he drove along the inside of her labia, immersed in her pussy again and again and then returned to her pearl, which he worked on with quick tongue strokes.
Sirra continued to raise her pelvis to force him to penetrate her with his tongue, but he did not get involved.
Instead, he picked up the glass dildo and slowly introduced it while he continued to suck on her clitoris. The object felt cool against her hot skin and when the tip of the dildo passed its entrance, Sirra felt as it stretched while it slid deeper into her.
While the man played with her in this way, the spectators got what they wanted: Sirra began to moan.
When he moved the dildo faster and faster, she said that she had to come right away and tensioned jaming. He took this as an opportunity to stop immediately.
“Not after all,” he purred with a smile.
Through her mask, she poured him at him badly, which he simply ignored. Instead, he now climbed to her on the table and on a snippet two ropes were left down from the ceiling.
At the lower end of the ropes there were leather arm rails, which he firmly around Sirras wrist. Then he had the ropes tensioned so far that she had to kneel in an upright posture. Her upper body was stretched and her full breasts with the hard nipples presented themselves to the audience.
He undressed with slow movements, his expensive suit landed on the ground on a bunch of. Some of the women present sighed softly when they could admire his bare body.
Sirra couldn’t because he was behind her and when she tried to catch a look over his shoulder, he was clearing her throat so that she preferred to let it stay. You could never know ..
He knelt behind her and included her breasts from behind. When he stroked her and gently pinched her nipples, she tried to keep leaning against him and maybe his erection Feel on the back. At least she hoped that he had a stiff through the game with her – she couldn’t know it, because she didn’t have him off observe may.
In fact, he allowed her to lean against him.
He bit her gently from behind into the tense area between the neck and shoulders and let his hand slide between her legs. This time his fingers found purposefully where she wanted her. With a practiced movement she felt his index finger entered her and moved in her. Sirra rocked with the pelvis to intensify the touch and then, quite unexpectedly, he changed his kneeling position behind her and she suddenly felt his hard penis on her buttocks.
Moaning she bit on her lower lip and closed her eyes full of pleasure.
Too soon he stopped again with what a disappointed sigh from her.
“It is high time that the women present are also offered something,” he called in a loud voice, which should be heard for everyone, “Sirra, dear, you can wrestle and crash in the meantime. If you invite one of our viewers to play along, I’ll pinch you.”
That was a clear announcement and destroyed her hope that she could have more than one man today – or at least that she could lure you who would be a little more willing to give her the sex she wanted.
He moved away from her and sat on the edge of the table so that both she and the viewers had a good eye on him. Now that she could see his erection clearly, the water in her mouth ran together. How much would she like it to taste! How this delicate, warm skin likes to feel on her tongue and the inside of your lips! Submit its length in her mouth, suck on it ..
He picked up his pretty penis and offered the gathered ladies a nice show in which he showed what could be done with it.
Since Sirra knew how he really satisfied himself, she easily realized that he did so more for his audience than for himself. She would have excited it if he had done it right, with fast, targeted movements, which usually also led to his nipples updated.
As she watched him, she wanted him more and more. And when he observed him after an eternity in which the assembled ladies had just as dreary as the men stared at him, he actually began with the right movements. He closed his eyes and obviously enjoyed what he was doing with himself.
To see his hard penis in his hand … Sirra struggled and walled and tried to reach him, even though she knew it was pointless.
… he would stop with his “show” in time, not? Certainly he would not spoil the whole tension by bringing himself to the climax? But she had doubts. Because once he had done exactly that. Of course, it was horny to see him cumshot and afterwards she had been able to enjoy another man, but she still wished that he had stopped in time ..
At some point he turned to her.
“Sirra?“, His tone was very hot with excitement,“ do you want sex?”
“Yes!“, She was startled by calling her own, loud.
Someone clapped and jaw.
Her companion climbed completely on the table again and positioned himself between her spread legs. His penis was on his stomach, right under her pussy, and lured her to get closer.
“Then come and get it,” he purred grinning.
And Sirra realized that she couldn’t do that.
The Tie up – which meanwhile also ensured that her arms hurt a little – prevented that she could have sat far enough on him. When he raised his pelvis himself, it was broken tail Against her shame and almost robbed her of the mind. Helplessly she wiggled back and forth while he was watching her relaxed. With one hand he pulled gentle lines over her body, grazing her abdomen again and again and only lured her more.
“Please”, Sirra pleaded him.
From the corner of the eye she saw that her audience was now also concerned with herself: couples kissed, fusher themselves and some loners tried their luck with themselves. The majority still watched the spectacle that offered them. When had that started? She was so distracted that she hadn’t noticed it at all.
“Really?”
“Yes, please!”
“Well then …”, he gave someone a sign and jerkily she was just left so far that she could introduce and ride his penis – but that was far from convenient.
Nevertheless, she immediately picked him up with a tilt movement of her pelvis and groaned when the entire length of his tail slid into her. This feeling that was not comparable to anything in the world ..
Moaning and sighing she began to ride him.
Her movements were irregular and awkward because she could poorly keep the balance in her position, but that was better than nothing.
He stroked them in the meantime. Let his hands spread over the tense muscles of her thighs, stroked her stomach and bobbing breasts.
“More,” she whimpered and said that she wanted to take a better position. She wanted to be able to sit entirely on him so that she could tip her pelvis as well that he would stimulate her where she needed it so urgently.
But he refused. Instead, he fixed her hips with his hands and pushed into her from below.
Sirra, who has long since clutched her bonds, so that she didn’t completely hung in the painful leather brittle rails, beg him to get rid of her.
And this time he did her a favor.
He slid out of her – which she had disappointed – and straightened up to free her wrists. He quickly opened his arm rails and she could sink to her knees entirely. Gratefully rubbed her wounds and looked at him expectantly. But instead of letting them ride further, letting them ride properly, he turned them around and took them from behind.
Firmly.
After a few bumps, he changed the position of his pelvis so that he could penetrate her even deeper. One of his hands clawed into her hip, with the other he stroked her hypersensitive clitoris. If Sirra had already groaned out loudly, she was now shouting out her lust. Oh, if he just went on, then she would ..
A brutal quake raged through her body and took his exit in her abdomen.
Sirrra’s orgasm kept flinching and whining uncontrollably. He kept his pace upright in the meantime and when he noticed that she was finished, he made a few more, slower bumps to extend the pleasant feelings for her. When he finally stopped, Sirra fell exhausted on the leather surface under himself. Her whole body tingled, gently lifted under the aftermath of the highlight.
“Turn around, love,” he instructed her quietly and she obeys it without resistance.
So lying on the back she looked at him as he knelt between her legs, he held his cock with one hand.
Because she simply couldn’t get enough of this sight, she watched his hand moved up and down quickly. She knew what would come now.
When he closed his eyes and tensed, she leaned back completely and closed her eyelids herself. It didn’t take long for them to be sperm felt on her skin. It sprayed warm on her, hit her stomach and chest and ran down on her sides.
When she said that it had to be over, she peeked up to him. He smiled at her and leaned down to her.
“You were beautiful today,” he murmured quietly and only for her before kissing her on the forehead.
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