Watching(12)

I watch as the guy roars out his release and the two girls start kissing and touching each other’s breasts. Their bodies grinding against one another.

“You are soaked. Do you like watching two girls? Or is it just the girl in general?” He picks up speed and I push my body closer to him, I feel his erection press against my ass. My legs are shaking violently as I know I am close. I can’t remember the last time I came by someone else’s touch.

“I’m close,” I say above a whisper.

“I can feel it.” He pinches my clit and my body spasms as my orgasm hits then I feel his arm wrap around my middle, his finger still moving against my clit until my orgasm subsides. “You have made my night Light Blue. I hope I get to see you again.” I face him and he has his fingers in his mouth sucking them. Tasting me.

I don’t say a word as I watch him leave and I stand still, shocked at what just happened. I let a stranger intimately touch me. What am I saying. I get strangers to let me watch them have sex after just meeting me. I guess I’m more shocked because it’s me.

I leave the room looking down the hallway seeing the doors and now my interest is piqued. I see a few people entering rooms also so I take a walk down and decide to hit the next room and I walk in to see a girl on a cross naked. I guess people are going to be naked in these rooms.

I wonder how these people get picked to do this for people to see. Do they offer? Is there a signup sheet? I walk further in intrigued. I have read books about BDSM but seeing it happen in front of you, is a totally different experience. The dominant looks very muscular, he is only in a pair of faded blue jeans and nothing else, his buttons undone. His toned chest glistening with sweat.

I watch him circle her, stroking the leather whip along her legs, up her thighs, he strokes it along her pussy teasing her, her body tries to grind against it but he pulls it back before hitting her across her thigh. The sound echoing the room, I couldn’t help but flinch but she groans out in pleasure, not in pain.

He whispers something in her ear before kissing her hard and then pulling back. He presses his body against hers, rubbing himself on her. I guess he is showing her how much he is turned on. She gives him a smile, her head bowed. He walks around her and hits her left side then her right, one whack after the other.

All she does is groan and moan by it. I can see the shine between her thighs, her wetness dripping down. She is really turned on. I watch as he pulls down his jeans, releasing his cock, pressing the tip against her entrance.

If I was her I would have begged by now. I know a submissive can’t say a word or they will lose out on their pleasure, but this waiting, the patience, the build-up. Just watching it is making me want to scream out ‘just fuck her already.’

When he does finally thrust inside her, it’s like I can feel her gratitude. Her arms and legs are still spread out, tied up to the cross as he thrusts hard and fast until she screams out her release. He steps back, his cock leaving her, but he never came. His cock is still hard and now glistened by her.

Why didn’t he come?

He walks to the desk and picks up a cane swishing side to side, I can hear the noise from here. He faces the girl once again, her head still bowed, her chest rising. He raises his arm and hits one of her breasts, I can see the red mark left behind. He walks slowly to her and sucks on her left nipple, causing her head to fall back.

He steps back and hits the other breast and after he sucks on that nipple too. Giving pain and pleasure. I look to the others watching and they look like they are watching a TV show. Am I the only one showing emotion in these rooms?

I leave this room and head to the next and I see a man tied to a bed this time, this room has a weird smell to it. I walk further in and see the girl standing above him, her legs straddling him, his eyes are closed and soon she starts peeing on him, seeing his smile. I quickly walk out not wanting to watch that.

I think I am scarred for life.

I won’t be getting that image out of my head anytime soon.





I head back to the main room, back to the bar ordering myself another drink. I drink it quickly then order another. I look around the room and you wouldn’t think by looking at these people that a few will be doing God knows what just a few feet away.

I spot the guy who I was talking to before, well the guy I let touch me, talking to a very beautiful brunette, he is whispering something in her ear. Seeing them at this angle, there is something familiar about it. His eyes connect with mine and he stops talking, his eyes trained on me.

The girl turns probably wanting to know what he is looking at and her eyes bore into me and I almost gasp. She is so breath taking. Her slender figure, pale white skin. She has this softness about her. This aura.

She gives me a seductive smile, tapping the guy's cheek with her palm and starts to head my way. Her eyes don’t move away from mine and when she stands in front of me, her eyes trail my body while I do the same to hers.

Before I have a chance to speak her lips are on mine. She doesn’t make a movement for a moment and when she does, I follow her lead. The kiss is almost teasing. It’s slow, gentle. I have a feeling she is holding back. When her tongue touches mine, I rest my hands on her hips, I feel one of her hands go around my neck, pulling me in closer.

When she stops and steps back, I look to her and she is smiling warmly at me. “You must be Angel. I can recognise your face from anywhere.” I want to know how she knows me. I think I would remember if I met a girl who looks like she could be in a modeling magazine.