Key West by Lacey Alexander (top android ebook reader .TXT) 📕

moon and let the beauty and warmth of the tropical night begin to relax her.

She was halfway through her cooler when she heard a noise and looked across to the other balcony, set at a right angle from hers. The light from inside the room gave her a clear view of the woman who came out wearing—oh my!—a leather…bra, or maybe it was more like a harness, since it only stretched around her breasts, rather than covering them. The leather straps comprising the garment were connected by thick silver rings and she wore a black collar around her neck, a silver ring suspended from its center. In place of panties, more black leather bands connected, circling her hips, and two bands extended down between her legs, on either side of her pussy, which Carrie noticed immediately was shaved bare but for a patch of hair well above her slit. The woman looked about her age and was lovely with long, blonde wavy hair that fell over her shoulders, and firm breasts with beaded nipples that looked like sheer perfection poking through the leather.

Reaching the rail, the woman turned her back against it, giving Carrie a nice view of her nude profile, extending down to wicked-looking thigh-high boots, the likes of which she’d only seen in the occasional catalog.

Carrie stayed very quiet, not even daring to lift her bottle from the table next to her for a drink. Her nipples had turned to hard peaks against the silky chemise.

“Where’s my dirty little sex slave?” a man’s voice called from inside the open balcony door.

“I’m out here, master.”

Carrie’s first thought was that the woman sounded like Barbara Eden in old episodes of I Dream of Jeannie, her very tone conveying a sexual compliance that made Carrie’s pussy begin to swell slightly within her panties.

The man exited onto the balcony wearing only a leather collar that matched his partner’s. His cock stood incredibly large and erect between his thighs, the very sight making Carrie’s cunt flutter uncontrollably. “Are you being bad again? Trying to hide from me?”

The pretty blonde shook her head. “Oh no, master. My only wish is to please you.”

“Then get on your knees and suck my cock.”

Again, Carrie’s pussy spasmed. She’d heard about such games of domination, of course, but she’d never witnessed one. She watched as the woman followed the hot guy’s order, kneeling before him, wrapping one hand around his big shaft, and lowering her mouth onto it. The blonde went at her task so ravenously that wet slurping sounds filled the air. On instinct, Carrie eased one hand down between her thighs. She didn’t move it, but just cupped her mound, somehow trying to ease the ache there even as she attempted to suppress it.

“That’s right, slave girl, suck me.” He took the blonde’s face in his hands, tilting it back so he could watch her. “You look so hot going down on me, baby. That’s right. Keep sucking. Be a good slave and you might even get a reward.”

Carrie continued studying the scene with bated breath, her every pore seeming to tingle with the forbidden thrill of watching the leather couple. Finally, the guy said, “All right, slave girl, you can stop now. Get up and lean back against the railing.”

The woman did so, her face flushed, her eyes wide with excitement. Carrie hadn’t seen the guy carry anything out with him, but he suddenly produced two sets of silver handcuffs that gleamed in the moonlight. He used them to encase each of her wrists, locking each accompanying cuff to the railing so her arms were stretched out on either side of her. Even from her balcony, Carrie could see the girl’s face still brimmed with anticipation, even as she pretended to be frightened. “What are you going to do me now, master?”

“I’m going to lick your hot little cunt.” He spoke the words as if they were the worst punishment. Next, he dropped down between her thighs and said, “Spread, slave.”

The blonde complied, parting her legs as much as she appeared able to, given her confinement with the cuffs, and Carrie’s only regret was that she didn’t have a better view of the woman’s pussy. She watched as the guy sank his face eagerly into her crotch, appearing to eat voraciously at her. The blonde moaned and groaned as she thrust herself against him. “Oh God, oh God, lick me.”

The man gripped her ass, leaning his head back to peer possessively up at her as he worked his tongue. Carrie had to bite her lip, squeeze her own pussy tighter in her palm as she watched his tongue flitting about the blonde’s clit, delivering long, lapping strokes from bottom to top.

“Oh, you beast,” the woman cried. “I can’t stand it. Let me loose. I want to hold your head to my pussy. I want to play with my breasts. Undo my wrists, master. Please.” She pulled at the cuffs, making them jangle against the metal rails, and the sound seemed to echo through Carrie’s cunt.

The guy pulled back to deliver a threatening look. “Do you dare to defy me?”

The woman was panting now—in pleasure or frustration or both, Carrie couldn’t determine. “I…I can’t help it. Your tongue on my cunt feels too good. I need to…to touch…something, anything, while you lick my pussy. I need to hold onto something. Grip something tight. I can’t stand being locked up this way. And my breasts need some attention. I need to touch them, master,” she whimpered.

At her crotch, her “master” simply shook his head. “You’re a bad, bad girl. A selfish little slave. You have to be punished.”

The blonde pulled in her breath, her breasts jiggling slightly. “How?”

“Well, to begin with, you’re staying locked up, and I’m gonna lick your hot little pussy ‘til you come.”

Hmm, Carrie thought, some torture. What she wouldn’t give right now to have someone lick her clit. Loosening her hold on her mound just slightly, she brushed her fingertips over the cotton