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myself, I was going to play that game in the flesh. For now, the rubber fantasy version would have to do.
Keenly aware of my audience, I shed the kimono ever so slowly and revealed the gorgeous lingerie I’d chosen especially for them. I imagined their eyes lighting up at the sight of the purple georgette against my tan skin. My fingers hooked the silver chain of the nipple clamps and lifted them from the towel.
As if simply enjoying the cool night air, I walked over to the balcony railing and leaned against it. I inhaled deeply, pulling the scent of honeysuckle and cedar into my lungs. My hands skimmed my curves through the thin material, the silver chain jangling as the nipple clamps dangling from my fingers rode the outline of my breasts and belly. I let my other hand slide between my thighs. Already the lacy fabric hugging my pussy was damp with the nectar dripping from my cunt. I teasingly rubbed my clit through the thong. I loved the way the material enhanced the stimulation, lending a sharper sensation to my circling fingers.
Wanting to stay on the edge, I slowly abandoned my pussy and allowed my hands to move up toward my breasts. I cupped the heavy flesh and thumbed my nipples through the silky cloth. My hands dipped behind the fabric and bared my breasts. The cool air and my arousal made the dusky-pink skin tighten to hard pebbles. I sucked my fingers until they were wet before using the slick pads to tweak my nipples.
Trial and error had led to my discovery that I enjoyed the kinkier side of breast play. My sensitive tits responded so well to the sensual torture of clamps, and I just couldn’t get enough of them. I twisted the barrels on the underside of the silver clamps to open the teeth just enough to slide my hard nipples between them. I adjusted the pressure on the clamps until they were just right.
My pussy flooded at the sharp sensation of the clamps squeezing the stiff peaks. The pain took my breath away, made my bare toes curl against the rough stone of the balcony floor. I inhaled shuddery breaths as I grew accustomed to the bite of the clamps. The squeezing sensation traveled from my nipples straight to my swollen clit.
I gave a little tug on the chain and gasped. The pleasure of such piercing discomfort sent my arousal into overdrive. Suddenly, I wasn’t alone on the balcony. The fantasy of being tormented by two lovers swamped the reality of my peep show. My hands were their hands. My twisted, dirty thoughts were theirs.
With the finesse of a dancer, I turned and presented my back to the audience. I took a few steps toward the armless chair near the bistro table. My fingers slid under the skirt of the babydoll and grasped the sides of the thong. Bending over, I made sure to take my time as I peeled the thong down my backside and let it drop to my ankles. My hands glided over the bare cheeks of my ass. I gave each cheek a playful swat before standing tall and kicking aside the thong dangling from my ankles.
I sat on the chair and let my thighs fall apart. The cool night air kissed my blazing hot skin. I cupped my waxed mound and petted the smooth skin. My fingers slipped between the silky, wet lips of my sex. I explored every inch of my pussy. Slippery cream swirled beneath my fingertips. I lifted my hand to my mouth and tasted the salty essence of my cunt.
Moaning, I licked my fingers clean before putting them back on my sex. This time I penetrated my pussy, first with two fingers and then three. I flicked my clit, ramping up my lust as my digits plunged in and out of my tight passage. My fingers slid lower to my anus and circled the rosebud. My breath hitched at the forbidden sensation my fingers evoked.
A quiver of excitement pierced my lower belly. Anal play was one of my newer adventures. It still felt so deliciously dirty to experiment with toys and fingers and cocks up my backside. I figured my rather religious and conservative upbringing contributed to the feelings of extreme naughtiness that accompanied the act. Not that I much cared about the whys of my fascination with anal stimulation. It just felt so fucking good.
I reached for the small tube of lubricant on the towel and squirted a big dollop on my fingers. While I strummed my clit, I prepared myself for the intrusion of the dildos. My fingers worked the snug ring of muscle until it was ready to accept something quite a bit larger.
My heart beat so fast I couldn’t hear anything over the rush of blood pounding against my eardrums. Pussy pulsing, I wrapped my slick fingers around the double dildo. The sex toy felt so heavy in my small hand. Holding it by the suction-cup base, I dragged the thick heads of the fake cocks through my wet pussy. My mouth gaped at the wicked sensation of the dildos sliding up and down and side to side through my cunt. It was too much, and, yet, not enough.
Gulping, I stood up and attached the dildo’s base to the seat of my chair. I tested the suction before lowering myself on to the pair of fat rubber cocks. I pressed the tip of the longer one against the entrance to my pussy. The slick juice coating my skin eased its penetration. Fitting the other cock into place took some maneuvering. Finally, it popped inside my tight asshole. ‘Oh!’
Biting my lower lip, I swallowed inch after glorious inch of those cocks. My pussy and ass stretched to accommodate the length and girth of both dildos. I loved the burn and swiveled my hips as I sank down to the base of the toy. For a few moments, I simply sat still and enjoyed the fullness. I closed my eyes and pretended I was seated on one lover’s lap while the other knelt between my thighs and plunged his cock in and out of my pussy.
Tugging the nipple chain, I bounced slowly at first, while strumming my clit. It wasn’t going to take much to send me over the edge. I rocked back and forth on the cocks. The chair squeaks mixed with the pumping bass of the music filtering out of the speakers. I flicked my stiff nub faster and faster until the panicky, shuddery feeling invaded my belly.
Seconds later, I groaned noisily as I came hard. My pussy juice gushed around the rubber dildo slamming in and out of me. My ass clamped rhythmically around the shaft buried there. It was wild and wicked and so fucking wonderful.
And I didn’t want it to end. I refused to settle for just one orgasm. I wanted more, demanded more, from my pussy. My aching breasts begged for attention so I jerked on the chain connected to the clamps biting my nipples. The hard, sharp pain sent me rushing into the waves of another climax. I slapped a hand over my mouth as I howled my release, pussy fluttering and belly clenching as I came and came and came.
Awash in ecstasy, I rode those two rubber cocks until my thighs burned from exertion. I collapsed back against the shockingly cold metal of the chair and tried to catch my breath. Hand over my face, I sank down from the heights of pleasure and became aware of the raucous applause and whistling from the balconies opposite me. Grinning at a job well done, I gave myself a mental pat on the back.
Wincing, I gently pulled away from the double penetration of the dildos. I experienced an instant sensation of emptiness. It was crazy, but I already wanted those cocks inside me again. The sheen of sweat on my skin quickly cooled my body temperature and forced me to reach for the kimono. Brain still saturated with oxytocin, I smiled as I gathered up my props and turned off the music. I gave my adoring crowd a bow before slipping back inside my apartment and closing the blinds.
I dropped into the nearest plush chair and tossed the sex toys and towel on to the couch. Cringing, I unscrewed the clamps and hissed as blood rushed into the starved vessels. The clamps found their way to the floor. I pressed my palms to my poor, abused nipples and waited for the discomfort to pass.
The insides of my thighs were coated with my honey. I was thinking about taking a nice, hot, relaxing bath when my doorbell rang. Annoyed by the thought of unwanted night visitors, I considered ignoring it and ducking into my bathroom. The idea that it might be something important pulled me from my comfy chair and across the living room.
I rose on tiptoes to peer through the peephole and stepped back with surprise. Jay and Craig, the two guys who lived in the apartment building directly across from me, stood on my doorstep. We weren’t strangers, but we were hardly friendly. I ran into them every now and then in the parking lot or laundry room, but we never did more than exchange amused glances before heading our separate ways. Why in the world were the two of them standing on my welcome mat now?
I wrapped the kimono tightly around my body, a ridiculous act considering they’d already seen everything I had to offer, and unlocked the door. The pair loomed in my doorway, their broad chests