Page 195 of Masters of Pleasure
Having the curves of her ass pressed against his aching erection was distracting enough.
Law slid his hands up her stomach to her breasts, cupping them, and heard her soft moan.She squirmed again on his lap, and one of her hands reached up to cover his.That wouldn’t do.
“Put your hands on the table in front of you,” he murmured in her ear.The music for the scene was getting louder, but she would still be able to hear him easily enough.“Flat.Don’t move them.”
Another hitch in her breath, and this time, he was certain it was because of his command rather than the scene.His cock throbbed against her backside as he tightened his grip on her breasts.The soft handfuls filled his fingers, spilling out between them.Deliberately arranging them so her nipples were caught between his middle and forefinger, when he squeezed, the tiny buds were pinched.
Her squirming increased, especially now that she could no longer press her thighs together to put pressure on her pussy.Instead, she was squeezing her legs against his and wriggling more and more as her arousal heightened.Fuck, he wanted to sink inside her.His arousal made him rougher with her breasts, which made her squirm even more.
It was like a self-perpetuating cycle of erotic torture.
Iris
Master Law was touching her breasts.
Not just touching them, but full-on kneading them, fingers pinching and rolling her nipples, squeezing to his heart’s content.She could feel the throbbing press of his erection between the cheeks of her ass.The empty ache in her pussy made it even more frustrating to feel him so close, yet not where she wanted him.
Her clit was screaming with the need to be touched, especially now that she couldn’t put any pressure on it by squeezing her legs together.
Whimpering, she squirmed against Master Law, hoping her movements would inspire him to move things a little faster.This wasn’t all that kinky; all he was doing was playing with her breasts.
Playing with your breasts while you have your hands flat on the table in front of you, and you’re watching a woman dressed as a horse being whipped.Sure, not kinky at all.
It was possible her idea of what was and wasn’t kinky needed to be readjusted.
Gina threw her head back as Master Will flicked the whip up between her spread legs, hitting her inner thighs, dangerously close to her pussy.He followed it up with the small flogger in his left hand, and the many leather strandsdidhit squarely against her labia.She cried out, and Iris felt like crying out with her, her own pussy throbbing in sympathy and envy.
She might not be as much of a masochist as Gina, but she still liked that bite of pain.Craved it.It made the pleasure sharper, hotter.
As if sensing her need, Law shifted his grip on her breasts, pinching her nipples between the pads of his fingers, pulling and twisting, before releasing them and leaving her panting.The twin spots of pain throbbed, sending electric sparks through her body, straight to her pussy.
“Please, please, please, please…” She realized she was whispering the word over and over again while she squirmed against him.
Feeling his hand moving down her body to her thigh and between her legs, she thought she might combust on the spot.Onstage, Master Will was still whipping Gina’s thighs, with the occasional stroke for her pussy, circling around her like a predator ready to pounce.Master Law’s fingers encountered the tiny scrap of fabric that was Iris’ thong.
She felt his chuckle.
His fingers moved past it, pressing right against her clit… and stopped.
“Get yourself off, Iris.”
Iris blinked.Did he mean?
She shifted experimentally, rolling her hips forward, rubbing against his fingers.Fuck, it felt so good.She moaned.
“That’s it.Good girl.”
Despite the many times she’d now earned the accolade from him, none had felt as good as this one.
Iris rolled her hips forward again.Master Law’s fingers stayed on her clit, but he didn’t move them with her body.He made her work for it.His other hand moved up to fondle her breast again, squeezing the soft flesh, then yanked the top of her dress down, so she could finally feel his calloused palm against her skin.
She writhed on his lap, moving her hips, rubbing against his fingers.He was motionless beneath her, making her do all the work to get herself off using him… for some reason, that turned her on even more.
Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing as she watched Will lift Gina’s legs, draping them over his arms and lining his cock up with her abused pussy.Gina’s scream of passion as he thrust into her made Iris move even more frantically.She whimpered, trying to rub herself harder against Law’s fingers, trying to get a reaction from him.
Pinching her nipple, he tugged and twisted, and the sharp bite of pain sent Iris reeling.She reached down between her legs, putting her hand over his and pressing him farther into her pussy, giving her exactly what she needed.The pressure was perfect.Iris cried out as her orgasm finally peaked, but her voice was drowned out by the music and Gina’s enraptured cries.
Writhing against Law’s hand, she shuddered and gasped as the sensations rolled through her.The waves of pleasure pushed her about until she finally slumped, panting, her hand still over his.
