“Taxi!” I shouted above the roar of the Manhattan traffic. Very quickly a yellow cab pulls up to the curb and we tumble into the back seat.
“Where to Mac?” asked the cabby.
I gave him the address and then snuggled next to you on the taxi’s back seat.
My hand undid the buttons of your coat and then I parted the opening. Your nipples harden as the cool air embraced your skin. Tiny goose flesh appeared, but it’s more the excitement than the coolness.
Having your pussy on display to the world always exhilarated you. The sense of freedom was indescribable. A small trickle of pussy juice oozed between your labia as physical evidence of this joy.
“Go ahead and get yourself off!” I suggested. I knew that next to your exhibitionist streak, you liked sex in public places. We had done all kinds of places, but not a big city. Especially NYC.
It didn’t take the cabby long to figure out what was going on. He adjusted his mirror to get a better view of your public masturbation.
Now you really went to town. Playing with your tits as we drove down the avenues you really were getting hot. Playing the wanton slut made you feel in control. Since you had the drivers undivided attention, you worked harder on your own pleasure.
The feeling of wetness between your fingers increased till you were sloppy wet. You put your cum laden fingers under my nose. The scent of your hot pussy juice always drives me wild. Around my mouth your fingers traced my lips and then entered my mouth. I sucked on the acidic moistness. I loved it.
It didn’t take much longer and you climax. New York watched, the cabby watched, and your lover watched. Oh the relief was so, so wonderful.
“Here’s our stop.” I announced as the taxi pulled to the curb.
“Better button up.” I suggested.
I paid the driver and as he took off we surveyed the brownstone nondescript building. A sidelong glance and slight nod of my head and we walked together arm in arm to the double doors. I pressed the buzzer and within moments the door came open.
The entrance had an old-world decadence. A slight musty decaying odor filled the air. Lighting was indirect with strategically placed candles, some alone and some in groups, very gothic. It should be, the place was named “The Vault”.
I signed the register took our room key and scanned about the entrance foyer.
Little knots of people gathered some totally nude, others dressed in leather corsets or g-strings even some in feathered masks. My nipples stiffened with anticipation of the weekend yet started.
Your hand sought mine out and squeezed it. “This is pretty awesome James. How did you find it?”
“The web is a wonderful place. And since you were curious about some bondage, well I thought, ‘You know ,Mona I think would really go for this.’ Anyway it seems pretty neat and a nice way to spend a mid-winter’s weekend.” I explained as we surveyed the foyer.
That lustful stare with those piercing green eyes looked up at me and then you kissed me .
Our room was on the fourth floor. It had a four poster queen sized bed. Each post had silken ropes already attached and ready for play. The marble-topped sideboard had a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice. Next to the bucket were two crystal champagne flutes. Large Mirrors were hanging on the walls.
I started the shower and after we both were fluffed and puffed. I popped the cork on the champagne.
You were lying against me on the bed with your head tucked into my chest. Absentmindedly stroking my pubic hair. We sipped the cool liquid and begun to relax. It had been three months since we had seen each other last and there was a pent up sexual tension that needed to be released.
I cupped your right breast with my right hand and tweaked your nipple. I would pull vertically on the teat stretching it as far as it could go. Then I let go and it would return only to start the whole process again. It was hard as a cherrystone and you moaned with each pull and release.
My other hand gently massaged the expanse of your belly. Up and down in light circles occasionally brushing your pussy hairs. It was working the magic. You were becoming very aroused.
“Oh, God that’s heavenly.” You murmured. “I can’t wait until I feel a hard cock in this pussy that is in sore need of attention.”
Rolling on top of me you pressed your lips to mine. Light kisses and little stabs with your tongue into my hungry mouth. A pressure caused by the circular motion of the slow grind of your pelvis stimulated my penis. You worked your way towards my nipples and sucked them vigorously. They hardened and the sensation was exquisite. My breathing became more erratic and deeper as you continued to lick your way to my awaiting groin. You sucked my scrotum taking each cum-filled nut into your mouth stimulating them with the movement of your skilled tongue. Applying gentle suction increased the stimulation.
Turning your body 180 degrees you maneuvered the stanky cunt to my face. Once in position you rose up smothering me with your cum flowing womanhood.
“LICK MY HOT CUNT!” you ordered as you grind the labia into my obedient mouth.
I lapped the wet pussy. Your juices covered my nose, mouth, and chin. I couldn’t get enough. To be your sex-toy is my burning desire. You pressed downwards and rocked back and forth over my entire face drenching me in pussy cum. Holding my balls in your left hand you kept a consistent pulling tension stretching my hairy scrotum and all the while jacking my fully engorged penis with your right hand.
I twisted my erect nipples as the chaotic sensations of being submissive, servicing my Mistress, and submerged in total sexual stimulation broke through any last barriers of resistance.