Chapter 7
Quaid~
The most interesting thing about the room was its walls. Since it was a voyeurism room, the walls were glass that doubled as two-way mirrors, giving you the option to view the audience in return or not. It was the perfect setup for anyone who was curious about voyeurism but was still a bit unsure.
As for Zia, the woman hadn’t been unsure at all. When asked about her preference, she’d said that she wanted the windows to be clear, no frosting or dimming of any kind. Believe it or not, I’d been the one to veto the clear windows, and not because I had stage fright.
Nope.
My issue was basic jealousy. I didn’t want Zia making eye contact with some asshole in the audience, causing her to start fantasizing about anyone other than me.
Though we were going to be completely on display, I wanted her complete attention.
I wanted it to just be us in this room, and so I had insisted on dimming the walls, eliminating any distractions.
“They can see you,” I assured her, my breath warm on her neck as I came up behind her before wrapping one arm around her waist. “They’ll be able to see every filthy thing that you let me do.”
Zia dropped her head back as she said, “I hope so.”
Since her dress was a scrap of nothing, when I hooked my finger underneath the left strap, then pulled it over her shoulder, the fabric easily slid across her skin, but with her tits being so big, it got hung up on her hard nipple, teasing our audience.
The arm around her waist slid lower until I had the hem of her dress scrunched up in my hand, pulling it upward to show everyone the pretty white lace panties that she had on.
Her legs were also bare, so everyone could see just how smooth, thick, and tempting her thighs were.
In fact, everything about Zia was tempting, but I supposed that was the entire point of her fantasy.
Forgetting about our audience, my lips found the side of Zia’s neck, and her entire body fell back against mine, surrendering completely.
There was also no denying how good she felt in my arms, and I had a sneaky suspicion that it was more than just her sexy body doing it for me.
Her confidence was a serious aphrodisiac.
“Are you ready for me, baby?” I asked, and as soon as Zia nodded her beautiful head, both of my hands reached for the hem of her dress, and with everyone watching, I pulled it up over her stunning body, then dropped it on the floor as soon as it cleared her head.
My right hand immediately cupped her heavy tit while my left hand slid down over her stomach to disappear inside her panties, that little patch of blonde hair tickling my fingers before they found their way between her pussy lips again.
As predicted, she was still slick from her earlier release, and I couldn’t wait to shove my face in between her thighs to get a really good taste of her sweet cunt.
“Quaid...” she whimpered as I flick that little bundle of nerves that deserved so much attention.
“Tell me that you want my mouth on you, baby,” I prompted. “Tell me how much you want me to eat your pussy until you can’t take it anymore.”
“Quaid, please...”
“That sounds like a yes to me,” I chuckled darkly.
Done wasting time, I lifted Zia bride-style, then placed her on the bed, making sure to position her in a way that kept her as visible as possible to the people watching.
I positioned her in a way that still kept her as the center of attention, and everyone would get to see this beautiful woman coming undone as I ate her out.
As soon as Zia was lying comfortably on the bed, I straightened, then reached down to grab the waistband of her panties before pulling them over her wide hips, thick ass, and sexy legs.
After dropping her panties next to her dress on the floor, I sunk to my knees, reached for her thighs, then pulled her ass to the edge of the mattress, and her legs automatically opened to make room for my head, and Zia really did smell tempting as sin.
With my hands gripping her thighs firmly, I leaned forward, then slid my tongue through her plump folds, the taste of her sweeter at the source. Zia’s unique flavor was one that I could easily get addicted to, and her breathy moans really added to just how satisfying it was to eat her pretty pussy.
“I knew you’d taste perfect, baby,” I murmured against her slit, and that just made Zia push her hips forward, doing whatever she could to help me make her see stars.
“Quaid...don’t stop...” she moaned, and there was little chance of that happening. Unless this building was on fire, I wasn’t going to stop until Zia tapped out on me.
Refusing to leave her unsatisfied, I let go of the left thigh, then I slid two fingers inside her soaked cunt as my tongue worked her clit, and the way that her hands pulled at my hair told me that I was on the right track.
Contrary to popular belief, not all women liked this kind of foreplay.
Though I’d never understand it, there were some true puritans out there, and I couldn’t even imagine not being able to eat my girl’s pussy.
After playing with her for a while, I looked up to see Zia’s head thrown back, her body stretched out beautifully, and I figured now was as good a time as any.
So, with my two fingers soaked all to hell, I pulled them out, then slipped the filthiest one inside her ass, making sure to stretch her out slowly, not wanting to spook her.
“Oh, God...Quaid...” she groaned like a hit of heroin was coursing dangerously throughout her body. “Oh, God...”
“You like that, Zia?” I teased. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes...” she choked out, her hands now tangled up in the sheets.
With that green light, I let a dribble of spit drip down her pussy lips until it puddled around the finger in her ass, making sure to keep everything lubricated enough for her to enjoy it.
While I knew that her first time taking a cock up the ass was going to be uncomfortable, I was still going to do my best to make sure that she experienced pleasure along with a bit of that discomfort.
“Please...Quaid...” she begged, and what man didn’t love hearing a woman beg for him?
Hitting her with all three options of chaos, I slid another finger back inside her pussy as my tongue went back on her clit, and Zia’s cries were like music to my ears as the double-penetration and pussy eating drove her out of her mind.
There was also no doubt about how far we were going to take things tonight.
If she was going this wild over my finger in her ass, then she was going to get all eight inches of my cock before we were done here.
I was going to be her first, and I was going to make sure that she didn’t regret a single second of what I was going to do to her.
“Cum on my face, baby,” I ordered against her clit. “Make a fucking mess for me.”
“Oh, God...Quaid...” she cried out just as her hips lifted off the bed, pushing against my face in a glorious display of pleasure. “Quaid...”
As soon as I felt Zia’s cunt and ass grip my fingers, I pulled my tongue off her clit to watch her erupt unabashedly, and it was a good thing that the place provided lubricant, because with the way that she was tightening around the two digits that were penetrating her right now, I was going to need all the help that I could get.
Not only did I have a solid eight inches to feed her, but I was also thick enough to leave a lasting impression in the morning.
At any rate, pushing my concerns aside, I watched as Zia let herself fall, and my fingers didn’t stop in the least, riding her through her orgasm until she no longer had the energy to do much of anything else.
Seriously, it was a sight to behold, and I wanted to keep driving this woman out of her mind.
Sliding my fingers slowly from her body, I asked, “Are you ready for more, baby?”
“Yes...” she rasped, her breaths labored, her skin dewy and damn near sparkling.
Leaving her to her own thoughts, I quickly stood up, then began undressing.
However, instead of Zia basking in her orgasm and just enjoying the aftermath, the girl got on her knees in the middle of the bed, and the sight of her naked body was enough to turn a man stupid on all levels.
Zia had a figure that could cause cardiac arrest in most healthy men.
There was also no missing the appreciation in her eyes as I undressed, happy as hell that I made the effort to stay in shape. Yeah, I was only forty, but forty wasn’t twenty, and my six-pack wasn’t going to last much longer.
However, it was when I finally got rid of my boxers that the appreciation in Zia’s eyes really became apparent, and the man in me couldn’t help but smirk.
While big dicks weren’t everything, they couldn’t be dismissed as no big deal, either.
Like men, women were also sexual creatures, and satisfying them should matter to every man walking the planet.
“Like what you see, baby?” I teased as I threw her a quick wink.
“You know that I do,” she replied honestly, and I loved that she wasn’t interested in playing any games.
“How much?” I asked as I wrapped my hand around the hard base of my cock.
“Let me show you,” she replied, her own smirk playing on her pouty lips.
Yeah, what man was going to say no to that?