Scarlett

Scarlett

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Submitted: August 28, 2016

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It was late in the private room, with a number of us draped across the couches. Some were curled up like cats on their lover's laps, some tangled in multi-coloured limbs, their stockings the only apparel. Others were sitting on the floor, pressed up against legs and between feet. 

Laughter drifted throughout the room like cigarette smoke, and throughout there was an underlying sense of tension. The frisson within the room needed a release as the teasing wasn't enough anymore. 

Slowly Scarlett spread her knees at one end of the room, revealing her red thatch. Her lingerie, a dark mesh with embroidered fleur de lis, contrasted against her shock of ginger hair. 

She started to slowly rub herself, her breathing shortened and chest rising faster. Feet wide apart as she stroked her clit, her other hand squeezing her breasts, her body in raptures. Feverishly rubbing herself, her ministrations becoming more frenetic, the laughter slowly stopping as all eyes concentrated on her.

I stared in attention as she was ordered to make eye contact with each of us, my own pussy twitching when she caught my eye. I could feel my cunt warm as she continued her humiliation, both turned on and jealous of what was occurring. I felt dizzy for a moment, fighting off the desire to remove her fingers and replace them with my lips. 


Scarlett slowly started to beg for release, the musk of her sex heavy in the air. With no one daring to allow her orgasm, she slowed her fingers, desperate to remain in control. 

Her pleading soon become a murmur, her red ringlets dancing as she got closer to the end. She suffered beautifully.

With a small nod of her dom's head, she made over to me, wrapped herself around my naked leg and slid along my thigh, grinding herself to orgasm. Her climacteric was matched by my own, our fingers linking as we were struck by our respective frenzies.

As we left the club hours later, I couldn't forget the look on her face as she had climaxed.

I wordlessly masturbated to this memory in the taxi home. 


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