Chapter 31 #2
Still, thousands will see what I want to show, hear what I want to say. They’ll watch a woman get every erotic fantasy she desires, and it thrills me even more.
Loch caresses my ass, heightening my pleasure and his possession. “Now, look at our guests and tell them what my DirtTGirl did for me last month.”
Lust scrambles my mind. I can’t recall which kinky thing Loch means until he prompts, “At the restaurant in Savannah.”
Oh, St. Patrick’s Day, when I got so lucky.
“I fingered myself for you under the table, Sir.”
We were at a fine restaurant, my indecent act masked by a white linen tablecloth.
“Mmm.” He fondles my ass, his large hand a whisper over my skin compared to the assault he’s making my hands impose over my aroused nipples and clit, and I love it. “What did you do for our handsome waiter who couldn’t stop staring at your gorgeous tits that belong to me?”
I wore a forest-green wrap dress that day, putting my cleavage on proud display for Loch. I didn’t realize other men also liked it.
Of course, Loch did.
“My master told me to tell the waiter what I was doing. How I was fingering my wet pussy for you, Sir.”
“Ahem.” Our lone woman guest coughs, excited by our story.
“Mmm,” Loch approves, making me glance down, spotting the precum wetting his briefs. I lick my lips for it while he coaxes, “Did your pleasure make him hard for you?”
I glance back up, meeting his aqua eyes. Loch fucked me so hard that night, reminding me who I belonged to, as if I’d ever forget. “Yes, Sir. His dick was hard for me.”
“And what did you do for your dessert, DirtTGirl?”
He nods toward our guests, making me look at them and proudly confess, “I asked the waiter to watch my face while I came, locked to your eyes and fingering my wet pussy like a DirtTGirl for you, Sir, before I snuck under the table and sucked your cock.”
There, I said it. I did it, and regret nothing.
I’d never felt so powerful in my life, on my knees, choking on his dick under a table. Loch was so hard and aroused, he came in seconds.
“Fucking hell, you two.” Harry admires our story.
It’s funny. Feral, actually, how orgasmic something can be between humans without a touch exchanged.
“When you sat back in your chair, did the waiter watch you swallow my cum?” Loch spanks my ass.
“Yes, Sir,” I cry out, shaking, remembering, loving. Heat blooms across my ass.
“Did that make my DirtTGirl come again while you fingered your pussy for me?”
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
“Do it now.” He spanks me again. “Show them how you come for me.”
Loch’s trained me how to do this.
How sex is in my mind, as much as my body. How I can let go and groan, allowing my edges to crack with the ripple of an orgasm through me. It’s a little release when I need so much more, and he knows it.
“Good girl,” he praises. “Now, drop your hands.” I do, panting, sweating. “Kneel and lick the drops of your reward.”
I’m wobbling as Loch takes my elbow, guiding me to the floor. We do this at home. We do this on camera. I proudly suck his cock and make him come on my lace-covered face at least twice a week.
But he shocks me.
Tonight, he slowly tugs at my disguise. “Can we let them see how beautiful your face looks while you’re sucking my cock?”
Holding his naked, hulking thighs, I hesitate. Not sure.
“You’re safe with me, with us,” he promises. “No one else will see your face. We’ll respect you like a queen, I swear.”
“We vow,” the man in the golden mask bellows, echoing Loch.
“This is your night,” the woman in the bunny mask urges. “You are his queen. Be proud and show us.”
Her French accent makes me bold. I nod, and Loch gently tugs off my lace hood, my tawny hair tumbling free.
“God, she’s beautiful,” mutters one of the men in the couples.
“Told you,” the woman with him shares. “He’s so in love with her; now you can see why.”
“Fuck yes, I’m in love with her,” Loch proclaims, softly grinning down at me, tugging off his spandex mask, and tossing it aside. He’s so beautiful.
“Fuck, you’re both stunners.” Harry admires us.
And I agree, gazing up at Loch while I slowly drag his briefs down, my lips deftly capturing his dripping tip as it springs free.
“Oh my god.” One of the women gasps at Loch’s size while I moan over it. Loving how his salt fills my mouth, his girth stretches my lips, his stare locks with mine.
“Fuck yes.” He sighs, watching me, kicking free of his briefs. “You’ll always be my DirtTGirl to get this big dick in your mouth, won’t you?”
He’s right, as I show off the skills I’ve acquired. How I know how to please Loch. How to edge him, tease him, satisfy him, take him, and make him mine. Always mine.
Naked, he palms my skull, groaning, letting me choke on him, proud drool dripping from my chin and over my breasts with my luscious gag.
I make his thighs shake when I tug his balls. “Fuck, Alena.” He reveals my name, and I don’t care. “Baby, stop, or I’ll come.” He gently pulls me off, leaving me gasping proudly on my knees.
Silently, he turns toward one of the tables.
My gaze follows him, noting how half do the same, admiring Loch, while half linger hungrily on me. It makes my nipples, dripping with my drool, even harder.
From a black box, Loch lifts my dildo. The one I’ve had for years, wishing it were him.
Returning to me, he guides me to stand, to follow. Proudly, he falls into the black chair, pulling me to sit on his lap. But it’s not sweet. It’s not how I sit across his lap while I feed him syrupy bites of my blueberry pancakes in the morning.
No, this is an obscene embrace. He spreads my legs open, draping them over the plush arms of his chair, my naked ass sitting on his hard cock, my world, wet and wide open.
“Whose pretty pussy are they staring at?” he boasts like a king.
So I tell the truth, “Yours, Sir.”
Pulling my back to lie against his marble chest, Loch turns my head, claiming my kiss.
Softly, slowly, in front of everyone, he brushes his fingertips over my exposed pussy lips.
His light caress, lightning in my core. He does this at home, for an hour, I swear, his exquisite touch, making me beg for his fuck.
And tonight?
Forever, he kisses me. Forever, he plays with my pussy in our private, public display. Lust weeps from my entrance that he won’t touch. Desire throbs in every inch adored by his fingertips, while the ache in my abandoned clit is orgasmic. Needing. Pulsing.
I can hear the others moaning, their bodies restless and waiting.
Finally, he commands, “If you want to get off watching me pleasure my woman, you can. But touch her without my permission, and I’ll crack your skull.”
Zippers drag down while his fingertip barely probes where I need him most. “My DirtTGirl,” he taunts over our kiss. “Your pretty pussy is making them jerk off for it.”
“Loch, please,” I whisper his name.
“You need to come for me, Alena?” he whispers back.
“Please.” My back bows. I writhe in his lap, lifting my hips, shamelessly exposing my wanton pussy to the room.
Lifting my dildo to his lips, he sucks it for me, covering it in his spit. I moan, hoping he’ll do more tonight. Loch’s just as confident in what pleases him.
“Fuck your dildo for them.” He hands it to me. “Fuck it hard and show them how you live to come for your king.”
I take it, gliding it between my swollen lips. Meeting the eyes of strangers, I slide the slick dildo into my aching pussy, pleasing my man who groans into my ear. “Don’t stop fucking your pussy until you show them how you squirt for me.”
Fisting my hair, he reaches down, his soft caresses on my sex rousing into hard smacks of my clit while I shamelessly pump the dildo into my cunt. Moaning. Panting. Gasping into his kiss as he makes me do this in front of everyone because I want to.
I want to be so bad for Loch because his love is so damn good.
“Oh god.” I shake. “Oh god, Loch, I’m coming.”
“Do it, Alena,” he growls. “Show them how much you love me.”
It’s Loch’s words, his kiss, his touch, his love, his lewd control; it breaks me with a gushing explosion. White fire and sweet convulsions rip down through me, the immense pressure released, the pulsing unstoppable, the pleasure blinding.
“Holy fuck.” Someone sighs, praising my desire, splattering the floor, the proud puddle I make.
But I’m lost in Loch’s groaning kiss, his tongue twisting with mine until I find my breath again, my mind again. Until he whispers over our panting lips, “I love you, Alena. Please, don’t ever forget me.”
What? Tears bite at my eyes as I open them. “Loch, I love you. Always. I promise. Why would you say—”
“Okay, my queen.” But he draws in a breath, as if he let himself slip into an emotion not meant for tonight, before he exhales, shifting his focus. “You sure you want him to join us now?”
Heavy and sated, I angle back, searching his questioning stare.
Loch’s never been with a man, but he likes pleasing them online, and he loves me. When I ride him, I get him to confess what he’s curious about. It turns me on because I want to pleasure him too.
“Yes, Sir.” I sigh into our kiss. “I want to share everything with you. Always.”
Without breaking our stare, like a kinky king, Loch orders, “Harry, come here.”