Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

She watched with rapt fascination as the sexy guy buried his tongue in his “slave’s” pussy once more. Above him, the woman panted and moaned, yanking at the cuffs, thrusting her cunt at his tongue, finally letting her head fall back as she sank into a firm, steady rhythm. Leather-clad knees bent outward, she lifted her pelvis to his mouth over and over, her expression still pained, but acceptant now. “Oooh, master, yes. Yes. Like that. Lick me just like that.”

She continued lifting, thrusting, as Carrie slid her free hand up her smooth chemise over her stomach and onto her breast. She caressed herself through the slick fabric, liking the way her round flesh and hard nipple felt through the silk.

“Oh God, yes, master—now! Now! I’m coming for you, master! I’m coming so hard!” She thrust at his face in hot, firm pelvic stabs that were so brutal Carrie nearly felt them, too, pulsing through her breasts, thighs, and pussy.

As the blonde panted her relief, her orgasm appearing to pass, her body went partially limp against the railing, her arms still held outstretched by the cuffs. “Unlock me now.”

The guy reached behind him to the balcony table for the key and unlocked one cuff from the rail. She sighed with relief at being able to pull her arm free. But no sooner had he undone the handcuff than he turned her body around to face the ocean. “What are you…?”

Carrie heard another click and when the blonde said, “Damn it,” Carrie knew he’d locked her back to the railing, only in this new position.

He spoke firmly. “I said you had to be punished. And getting you off wasn’t exactly punishment, was it?”

She looked over her shoulder and bit off the words, “Damn you.”

As before, he simply shook his head, chiding her. “You’re being such a bad girl tonight. Just digging yourself in deeper every minute.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

Carrie could see his wicked smile from where she sat. “I’m going to fuck you with a new toy, slave girl.”

“What new toy?” the blonde snapped, clearly caught off guard.

He gave his head a scolding tilt. “Turn back around and you’ll find out.” When she didn’t comply immediately, he barked, “Do it,” and she finally obeyed.

The guy moved back to the table and Carrie couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, only that he seemed to be securing something around his waist. When he turned back around a moment later, she saw he’d strapped on a black dildo that stood above his already massive cock.

Her cunt practically withered in response—she’d never seen anything so sexually threatening in her life. God, that poor woman!

He stepped up behind the unsuspecting blonde, using one hand to hold the black phallus out of the way while he used the other to position his real cock against her.

“Ohhhhh,” the woman moaned and Carrie’s pussy tingled again at witnessing the “slave’s” pleasure, imaging how it would feel to have that huge cock sink into her right now, imagining if it were her bent over the railing and Chris entering her from behind.

“Do you like that, slave girl?”

“Mmm, yes.”

“Well, get ready for cock number two.”

As Carrie watched, he positioned the strapped on penis in the crack of the blonde girl’s ass, and thrust slowly inward. The blonde let out a ferocious groan that made Carrie’s skin prickle with discomfort. God, had he just inserted it in her anus?

“Oh, that’s big,” the woman rasped out. “We’ve never used anything that big in my ass before.”

“Does it hurt?” For the first time, the “master’s” voice echoed with concern.

Her voice sounded breathy. “Kind of. I’m not even sure I’ll be able to take it when you start fucking me.” She cast a dark look over her shoulder at him. “But I like it.”

His expression turned controlling again. “You’re ready for it, slave. I’ve been getting you ready. So you’ll take it, all right.” He leaned slightly forward, his voice going low and authoritative. “You’ll be a good little slave and take your punishment. You’ll take it as long as I want to give it.”

Although his words nearly made Carrie shiver, despite the heat, she could see by the woman’s eyes, even more dark and feral now, that his threat turned her on. “Yes, master. For you, I’ll take it.”

That’s when he began to move and though Carrie couldn’t see the two large cocks going directly into the woman, she was both horrified and fascinated. He pumped them hard into her openings, and the woman cried out with each powerful stroke he delivered.

She shouldn’t be here, watching this.

She shouldn’t be here at all.

Yet, just like on the Party Barge, she couldn’t stop, couldn’t control her fascination with the forbidden—and the arousal it set off inside her. Finally, she gave in and began stroking herself through her panties.

Oh God, yes, sweet relief.

She dragged her middle finger up over her clit in time with his thrusts, and though she had no notion what it felt like to be filled as the blonde woman was being filled, she still somehow thought she did feel the deep plunges—at least in her mind.

She felt them as if Chris were delivering them. As if he hadn’t had to follow that rule about no touching. As if he’d taken control of her, bent her over the side of the boat, and rammed his big erection deep, deep, deep into her. Her fingers got damp through the cotton—she pushed it aside and sank them into her wet folds. She recalled the wild sensation of having a stream of water blasted onto her pussy, the satisfaction of knowing Chris was watching. The thought made her surge with still more moisture even as her chest went warm.

“Tell me you like it, slave!” the man bit out through clenched teeth.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I love it!”

The drama of their sex pushed Carrie over the edge and for the third time that day she came—the climax storming through her like a