Chapter 6 #2
“I don’t expect you to understand.”
“Now, now, Bunny, I like to consider myself a fair expert on all things that happen between the legs. So I definitely understand.”
She glanced at her. “Not from my tight pussy’s perspective.”
“So we don’t flirt with them anymore. We find someone else to take for a spin.” Kennedy snorted. “Ira’s got a serious girlfriend now, anyway. They’re so smitten with each other, it’s almost adorable. Hopefully, they won’t be like us old harpies one day.”
It took a few seconds for that to sink into Lara’s ear. “What do you mean, old?”
“Good. She’s listening for once.”
Lara clasped her hands around Kennedy’s arm and nearly nibbled on the bottom of her ear. “Maybe it’s you who should be listening to me.”
“Shh.” Kennedy patted her knee. “There’s a show starting. We should watch.”
Her gentle voice was the only thing in the world that could placate Lara’s personality.
Whether she was wound up in anger or lust, sometimes she needed to come down from her adrenaline-pumping high and remember her place in the world.
Right now, that place was being a responsible and socially acceptable woman in a sex club.
That meant giving the stage her rapt attention as a woman in a black silk shirt and trousers stepped up with another attached to a leash.
“This should be good,” Kennedy said, asking for a refill of her drink from a server passing by. “Care to wager about what they do?”
“Always.” Lara bit her lip in anticipation. “Loser has to finger the other right here.”
“Done. What do you wager?”
“I say the one fucks the other within five minutes. They look eager.”
“Five minutes? That quick? You’re on. I give it at least five.” Kennedy held up her wrist and waited for the second hand to hit twelve. “Starting now.”
That didn’t give Lara much leeway. The Domme and her sub were barely set up when Kennedy started her countdown, but there was one thing on Lara’s side.
Both of them were young, not only the sub.
Most female subs tended to gravitate toward older, experienced dominants.
Certainly, the young Domme may have had plenty of experience in the kink scene so far.
I doubt it. That meant Ms. College Domme would constantly be on the verge of losing it.
That it? The very thing that made the more experienced dominants in the room attractive.
Discipline.
Experienced partners like Kennedy – hell, like any dominant over thirty in that room – knew how to hold back their need to take their delicate subs.
Their discipline was one way to feel immense pleasure.
So, all Lara had to count on was this young lady getting so excited that she couldn’t help but reward even the brattiest sub with pleasure.
Kennedy sensed this as well the moment the show started. She sighed deeply, resigned to probably losing. Although the watch was ticking…
“The Top’s good looking,” she said wistfully, hand stroking her wife’s knee. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you take her on.”
That was Kennedy’s casual way of suggesting Lara have her turn with a third wheel.
A dominant one. “We’ll see how I feel about that soon enough.
” To say they used these more explicit shows as a way to shop for playmates was an understatement.
Both Lara and Kennedy wanted to see how other people screwed – or, in Lara’s case, see the goods they packed.
Sure enough, the Domme revealed her strap-on of choice in fewer than three minutes.
Looks painful. Yet while Lara was thinking of that thing coming after her poor little pussy – who had never asked for such monstrous decadence, thank you very much – Kennedy likewise crossed her legs. Lara knew exactly what that meant.
Someone’s aroused already.
“If this chick can hold on two more minutes, darling, I’ll take care of you.”
“I know you will, Bunny.”
She kissed Lara’s hand as the Domme spanked the sub, pulled down her bust, and fondled her modest breasts. Wouldn’t mind getting a taste of that right now. Whether from Kennedy or someone else while her spouse watched… that didn’t matter.
“How long do you think they’ve been together?” Lara asked. She couldn’t believe it had been more than a few months. These two were too young to have a longstanding Domme/sub relationship. Not like her and Kennedy. “I would guess three months, tops.”
“Five weeks.”
“That’s specific.”
“Long enough to get acquainted with her body, but short enough to still need to learn. Took me six weeks before I was able to keep from shaking in nerves around you, Bunny.”
“Excuse me? Shaking in nerves, was it?”
“You didn’t know about it because I would excuse myself to calm myself down. I had to be on my best behavior to keep getting into your lacy undies.”
“Ugh, Kenny.”
“Yes, Wife?”
She shook her head. “She'd better bang that tart soon. I want you to finger me.”
Kennedy’s hand went from Lara’s knee to her inner thigh beneath her skirt. “I could do that, anyway.”
“The bet, though.”
The bet Lara was about to win, for the Domme’s sub followed a very specific order: don’t cry out through three spanks. She persevered, and the Domme decided to reward her with nothing short of the strap-on thrusting between her legs.
Kennedy, having lost their silly bet, slipped her hand between her wife’s thighs and stroked the length of her silk underwear.
“Oh, darling,” Lara mumbled, leaning back on the couch so her wife could nibble on her lips. “You always knew how to please a girl.”
Her thumb pushed aside the thin material of Lara’s underwear and pressed into her wet folds. Lara slightly writhed, hand gripping Kennedy’s shoulder and legs opening in her skirt.
“You’re just easy, Bunny.”
“Easy, huh?” Her breath stopped in her chest as the sub on stage shrieked in ecstasy, her Domme driving into her, hard, the audience cheering their support. “You have to watch out using words like those. You might sully a woman’s reputation.”
“Oh, Lara…” One finger managed to push into her. “I made an honest woman out of you. Now you have to take it.”
As she gasped, Lara caught sight of a woman sitting by herself nearby, watching them. What a pretty young thing. Petite. Curvy. Wearing a cream-colored piece of lingerie with a matching collar. The girl was not attached to anyone, but she was probably looking for someone.
You want some of this, girl? Lara opened her legs wider, exposing her wife’s finger sliding in and out of her. You can’t have any. This one is all mine right now, and she’s going to worship my pussy. Feel free to watch, though.
Tingles shot through her toes as she watched this girl watch her.
On stage, the solo sub could easily see some hardcore action, complete with wet skin slapping and eager little moans bouncing out of that girl’s mouth.
Yet instead she chose to watch Lara Anderssen, an almost-forty woman, spread her legs, show off her goods, and let someone fuck her with one – no, two now – fingers.
Lara let a groan roll out of her chest as Kennedy pulled one of her nether lips aside and fell deep into the trap of making exhibitionist love with her wife.
“Fuck me harder,” Lara hissed at her, pleased to feel Kennedy instantly thrust into her harder, more depraved with every passing second. More than one person watched them. That only fed into Lara’s need to have sex, and she didn’t care with whom.
She had no idea when her exhibitionism took hold of her.
Lara always had a “bad” streak when it came to the more taboo sides of sex.
I was eighteen when I had sex in public for the first time.
And that really meant public! Her then-partner couldn’t keep their hands off her at a house party.
When they suggested taking her right there in the hallway, Lara hadn’t hesitated in saying yes.
Next thing she knew, she was claimed in front of a whole dorm – and all that mattered was the thrill it gave her.
People loved sex. They loved watching others have sex.
They loved thinking about sex, having sex, and anticipating sex.
There was a reason voyeurism was so prevalent to a certain degree.
Lara was a betting woman, and she was willing to bet that many of those same voyeurs harbored fantasies of exhibitionism as well.
Yet what most people didn’t know was that you didn’t have to be hot to get some in public.
All you had to be was ready and eager. The happy watchers came on their own.
That’s why God blessed the good green Earth with clubs like Midnight. So kinky fetishists like Lara Anderssen could get fingered by her partner in front of the room.
The fact that some would rather watch her than the stage show made her feel even hotter.
She thrust her hips against her spouse’s fingers, taking them into her and feeling everything become even tighter.
Kennedy groaned in her ear. Lara hooked her hand around the top of her collar and pulled, bringing Kennedy closer so she could kiss her throat.
You all wish that this were yours. See how she works me?
The perk to having one of the tightest cunts around was that anyone watching would think Kennedy’s two modest fingers were the ticket to paradise.
The way Lara clenched around them felt heavenly, as if her pussy had craved nothing more than these two specific fingers sent straight from the angels above.