I'm leaning against the doorframe, watching him flog his girlfriend, swearing I can feel every lash biting against my skin, too.
I'm not jealous. I know that's what jealous people say, but I'm not. I like to watch him work. I usually don't get to, so this is a sexy new side, I get to see, that just makes the wetness in between my legs grow a little more.
The people next to me murmur "I could never do that", "Don't you need a code word?", "Do you think that hurts?"
I tell them it doesn't, and smirk when they gawk in my direction. I'm nothing if not an entertainer. He makes her cum.
Good thing the theme of the night is "beach wear", because only swimsuit bottoms can contain the hot, dripping wet, pussy in between my legs.
I tell her she looks lovely tied up. She does. I'd like to take the flogger out of his hand and take over, but he's enjoying himself, and the way he moves reminds me of the previous nights we've had together; the way he reads my body and moves so fluidly, the flogger stinging, but never too much.
They end their scene and I walk away. I need to change pants, so I'll take a lap after my wardrobe change, go see if I can calm myself down a little. Of course, I'm in a sex club, so why do I need to?
I change into a one-piece swimsuit; metallic, ztrappy, and a high-cut thong. I know what I look like. I know what effect the high sides, mixed with my mile-long legs, and high heels, have on other human people. I can barely even stop looking at myself!
I grab another drink, finish my lap, and head back to where I last saw him. He's still close by; supervising (enjoying) her while she sucks another man's cock in the room in front of us. He strokes my bare ass; I could probably cum in the middle of this hallway. I want to play with him. A woman, who had been watching earlier, walks up and asks for a demo. He agrees, and I follow, watching him bend her over the spanking bench, pull her dress up, and my pussy is again, dripping and clenching in response to seeing him work.
Except,
This time, I join him. I spank this stranger while he makes her cum. Her husband watches. I clench my thighs together, watching him, hoping the woman can't feel how wet I am against her. I realize I can see my nipples poking through my swimsuit. They're hard as rocks, but I can't take my eyes off of him. I want, need, him to touch me. I need him to pinch my nipples, take them in his mouth, stroke my throbbing clit while he hits me...
