Cally stands straight as she has been directed, her legs slightly apart, her ass tucked in and her breasts pushed out. It's not a position she would exactly call comfortable to stand in for long periods of time, due to the ridiculously high kneels she is standing in, but compared to some of the positions she has found herself in over the last three weeks its one of the easier ones.
She feels the blindfold that is covering her eyes being adjusted and the warm breath of Ms Wittmore against her skin. She twists her fingers together, locking them behind her back in order to arch her back that little bit more, in aid to perfect the stand.
"Very nice Cally," says Ms Wittmore as she walks slowly around the young woman stood before her.
She had been right to pick this one above the others, she was proving to be very delightful to work with, she must remember to reward Seb on this delicious find. What a waste this girl had been in that seedy backstreet club, no wonder the creepy Gus Angles had fought to hold on to her. But, as always what Ms Wittmore wants, Ms Wittmore gets and after a little gentle persuasion Gus had reluctantly agreed to let the sweet Cally go.
Now as Ms Wittmore admired Cally, stood naked, blindfolded in one of her favoured display poses, she couldn't help but run a perfectly manicured finger nail over her exposed nipple and delight in the way it hardened to her touch. Cally was finally getting the idea behind this pose, unlike the restrained ones they used in training, this was solely down to Cally to hold and control, no matter what came her way. Ms. Wittmore sighed to herself, it was such a temptation to keep her all for herself but if nothing else she was a smart business woman and she knew the potential stood in front of her.
At the feel of Ms. Wittmore's finger nail on her exposed nipple, mixed with her heightened senses caused by the blindfold covering her eyes, Cally fights the moan threatening to escape her lips. As Ms. Wittmore's finger nail continues to tease her nipple she feels herself becoming wet, the way she circles and drags her nail continuously sets all of Cally's senses on fire. She has always had sensitive nipples and breast play is a huge turn on for her, so it was taking all her energy for her not to move and break her pose to grab Ms. Wittmore's head to pull her tighter. When Ms. Wittmore takes her hard tip between her finger and thumb and lightly rolls it between them she couldn't help but bite her lower lip, as her body begins to tingle all over.
Cally couldn't help but react to even the lightest touch from this woman. The feelings that stirred inside her not only confused her but intrigued her, she had never been attracted to another woman and she wasn't even sure if attraction was the right word, but the more Ms. Wittmore touched her, the more she yearned to feel her touch. No matter how difficult the things asked of her seemed, she knew just one touch from this woman would have her yearning more and more and ready to anything simply to please her.
"Oh Cally, Cally, What have I said about biting that lip?" asks Ms. Wittmore. "As sexy as you look my dear, its not the reaction I want to see," she continues as she takes Cally's nipple between her finger and thumb and pinches hard, making Cally struggle not to squirm.
"Remember what I told you, suck in the pain, feel it wash over your body, embrace it fully!" She demands, squeezing, pinching and twisting Cally's now fully erect nipple. Knowing that behind the blindfold Cally's eyes are shut tight as she fights all the sensations shooting through her body right now, only makes Ms. Wittmore smile more. Releasing Cally's nipple, she steps away "OK lets begin..."
Behind her blindfold Cally hears Ms. Wittmore walk away across the room and the door opening. She arches her back just a little more, steadies herself and waits... And waits.
A seemingly long five minutes later the door reopens and Cally can hear heavy footsteps heading her way. As the person approaches she hears them let out a satisfactory sigh and then a finger is tucked under her chin, lifting her head higher. She feels a sudden wet contact on her neck as they lick along the large pulsing vein and then kiss her neck. A low moan confirms Cally's thoughts, in front of her is a man, no doubt one of Ms. Wittmore's more valued clients, given the privilege to aid Ms. Wittmore in her training. The mystery man continues to kiss and lick Cally's neck, slowly moving up to her jaw line and then across to her lips, where he stops for a millisecond before kissing her roughly. She can feel his lips pressed hard against hers and then the tip of his tongue as he forces it into her mouth, kissing her deeply.
Of all Cally has learnt in the last few weeks, learning she is expected to let clients kiss her is the one she has struggled with most, worse than that she is the fact she is expected to react and kiss them back, with as much passion and enthusiasm as she would any lover. The kiss is sloppy and wet, his tongue is exploring her mouth greedily, Cally entangles her own tongue with his.
His hands are now moving up her sides, not softly but clumsily and somewhat roughly, in a hurry to reach their goal, her pert, full breasts that are pushed out on full display. As his hands gripped her breasts in one movement, squeezing hard and lifting, he breaks the kiss and moves his lips to her nipples. Licking and sucking at each in turn, tugging hard on her fully erect, sensitive globes. She knew Ms. Wittmore would be somewhere watching, she had to keep her composure as long as possible. What was it Ms. Wittmore drummed into her time and time again, "We are about quality here Cally, not quality, our clients what the real experience, the real deal."
As he continues his onslaught oh her breasts, moving from one to the other Cally reaches breaking point. Moving her arms up around his neck, Cally arches her back more, pushing her body fully against his and is rewarded with a deep moan as his hands start to explore her back and he sucks her nipple deeper. Pushing her hips forwards and beginning a slow grind with her mound against his pelvis, she is again rewarded by more moans as he also starts to move his hips. She can feel his cock twitch inside his pants and begin to harden and grow as they rub against each other, her own pussy is wet and wanting making her grind a little harder.
Cally knows she has broken from the display pose too early and needs now to make up for that mistake in order not to feel the full wrath of Ms. Wittmore later. She lifts her arms and starts move her body as if dancing to music, he breaks contact from her nipples as she turns in his arms and leans her back against him. His fast hardening cock pushing against her ass cheeks. Pushing back she grinds on his cock, bending over and wriggling her ass, before slowly rocking herself back and forth so her ass bumps against his cock softly. Straightening her back once more, she turns in to face him again, wrapping her arms once more around his neck she leans and kisses him with full on passion, continuing to move her body against his.
His hands are back on her breasts, squeezing, lift and pushing them together before gripping both nipples between his fingers and thumbs and twisting hard. Cally just manages to stifle a moan escaping her lips as he moves his mouth to her hard, needy nipples, once more licking and sucking each in turn. She feels his sharp teeth bite down on her nipple and a soft moan finally escapes her lips before she can prevent it.
"Hmm that's what I like to hear, a girl that enjoys our play!" he declares, just as a sharp slap is delivered against her left breast and his lips reconnect to the right. As he squeezes one breast hard Cally feels his teeth again, as he bites down on her nipple, sending a million shooting shocks of pain and pleasure through her body.
Sensing how her body is reacting he continues licking, sucking, biting and stretching out her nipples over and over, occasionally delivering another hard slapping smack until her breasts begin to mark and redden. Pulling back as if to admire his own work, Cally is left standing for what feels to her an age, as he slowly moves around her, taking her in. Suddenly she craving more physical contact, missing the attention of his lips and hands on her body, she can feel how wet she has become, more confusing feelings for her to get her head around, as her body starts to scream its needs to her.
She can sense him stood behind her, daringly she steps back, making out she is just steadying herself and lets her hands press against the growing bulge contained within his pants.
"You like what you feel?" he asks as he thrusts his hips forwards.
