Madame B: Desire

"Anyone could be looking from behind us," I said. "Watching your ass, your beautiful toned ass, as you're down on your knees, eating my pussy, tonguing my clit." His lips and tongue were busy, so Max didn't answer me with words, but he increased his speed and pressure. When he slid his thumb inside my yearning hole, I knew that my words were turning him on.

"Oh, that feels good," I said and then shouted, "I feel amazing! I've never felt so fucking horny in my whole life!" Max slid another finger inside me and then another. He twisted his hand around, pushing my pussy to its limit. The circling of his tongue on my clit turned to sucking, and as I felt the tiny nip of his teeth on that most sensitive bulge, I began to buck and thrash my limbs wildly, rumpling the perfect Egyptian cotton sheets that I'd spent hours smoothing to perfection earlier. My orgasm took me over sooner than I'd wanted it to, and I hoped Max wouldn't think it was all over too quick. He maintained his rhythm for the few seconds it took for him to be sure I was coming. Then he pulled his fingers away and hardened his tongue, pushing it into my quivering pussy so that it had something to wrap around as the waves of pleasure died down. I kissed Max, tasting myself on him. I looked over my shoulder. There was no one there. No one had seen. I tried not to feel disappointed.

"Come on, Beth," murmured Max. "Your turn."

My pussy lips were still tender and sensitive as I knelt before him, and I winced as I sank to my knees. Max sat up facing the window so he'd know if anyone was watching and promised to give me a running commentary if anyone should walk past.

"I want you to spread your legs so that people can see your asshole and that swollen pink pussy," he commanded. Thrilled by his explicit commands, I obediently splayed my knees, displaying my still-swollen sex, visible and vulnerable from behind.

I stared at Max's beautiful, hard dick. The skin was smooth and velvety. I put my lips together to kiss the tip, teasing him, swirling my lips and tongue around it but not letting him enter me, daring him to penetrate my mouth without my permission. I could feel how excited he was. He lost control then and pushed himself between my lips. I let my teeth drag ever so slightly against the lower underside of his cock, just to remind him that I was the one in control here. For a split second, I saw his face register this tiny pain, which gave way to pleasure when I ran my tongue along the underside of his prick, massaging the most sensitive spot near the tip. With one violent thrust, Max was inside me up to his balls, filling up my mouth and fucking my face, more deeply than I'd ever taken him before but still not deep enough. I wanted more of his dick in me. I wanted to take it all the way down my throat. I embraced the reflexive gag and moved my whole head, determined to make him let go, cry out. I felt his buttocks clench and knew he was at the point of no return. I gulped, wrapping my mouth around his throbbing dick as tightly as I could. He responded by throwing his head back and let rip with a slow, low growl. His warm white liquid burned the skin on the back of my throat, and I eagerly drank what I could, allowing the excess to spill from my mouth onto Max's balls and legs.

A couple of cars went past, but they didn't seem to notice us there. I knelt on the floor with my head in Max's lap, licking the spunk off his thighs. But the sight of those cars reminded us that we might still attract the audience we craved. After five minutes, I felt a familiar twitching in Max's dick, watched the spent balls swell again, saw the exhausted flesh come back to life. I put one of his balls in my mouth and sucked it until his prick stiffened against my cheek as he got hard again.

"Oh, baby," I said. "You're hard and horny. And I need that fat cock inside me right now. I think we're ready for round two."

I got on the bed on all fours, facing the window, ass in the air, nipples hanging down, and tits swinging. I was thrilled to see that in the night light our bodies were reflected in the glass, the window acting like a two-way mirror so that we could make out our own reflections and at the same time see those images projected onto the street in front of us. I tilted my hips up so that my asshole and pussy were both in Max's face, letting him know that I wanted to fuck in our favorite position, to have him pounding me doggy-style. It wasn't just so that we could see ourselves as he rode me; I'd had my clitoral orgasm. With Max pounding me from behind, I knew that I stood a good chance of experiencing a G-spot climax, too.

"Oh, yeah," snarled Max, his cock easily sliding into my cunt, which was still oozing and slippery from his tongue. Having him inside me so soon after my last orgasm made me ultra-sensitive; I could feel every inch of Max probing my slit, from the rounded tip that pried open my lips to the thick, veiny shaft that stretched my insides and filled me up. Once he was securely inside me, he reached around and fondled my tits, grabbing them like a wild animal, watching them slap against each other in the windowpane as my whole body was rocked by the force of his thrusts. I closed my eyes, all the better to enjoy the pounding sensation, and was just beginning to feel a tingling in my arms and legs when Max stopped dead, absolutely still. I opened my eyes to see what the problem was, and that's when I saw them. On the other side of the glass was a young couple, about our own age, holding hands and staring at the shop window with an expression on their faces of purest shock. Or was it shock? Even as Max and I watched, their faces registered not horror but intrigue and then desire. They exchanged a glance and drew closer, touching each other as they watched us.

"This is it, baby," said Max, pulling his dick almost all the way out of me and preparing for one enormous thrust. "Let's give them something to fucking look at." And he speared me so hard with his cock that I threw back my head and let out a roar of pleasure.

I let my eyes skim over the couple on the other side of the glass. With her jacket open, the woman had absentmindedly begun to fondle her breast, and I could see her nipples stiffening beneath her T-shirt. Without taking her eyes off me, she grabbed her lover's hand and pulled it to the crotch of her jeans. He pressed his dick into her back, reached around, and started to rub her clitoris through the denim. He didn't even attempt to touch her skin, but I knew from the expression on her face that he wouldn't need to. I knew what she was feeling: that state of arousal when you're so turned on that the slightest stimulation can trip you over the edge into an intense, searing orgasm. Licking my lips I looked into her eyes, and she returned my gesture, the two of us exchanging this experience, making each other hotter and hornier, neither of us daring to break eye contact. Without turning to look, she grabbed wildly at the man behind her, making a pulsing little starfish with her hand as she reached desperately for his cock.

Glancing at Max's reflection in the mirror, I saw his face twist with raw, animal lust. He looked so primal that just the sight of him made my cunt spasm around his hard cock, and I watched his features contort with pleasure. I saw Max slide his thumb in his mouth. Knowing what that meant, I shivered with anticipation. Max flexed the lubricated thumb for me and everyone else to see and then deftly slid it into my ass, pushing my face and tits down into the bed so that our audience could see my back and my butt cheeks, making sure there was no room for mistaking just where his slippery digit was. This sent the couple on the other side of the glass to new heights of arousal as they watched his thumb disappear into my ass. The bedcover muffled my screams as the pleasure became almost too intense for me to take.