Seduction (29 page)

One of Sara's thighs rested on Jason's shoulder, her knee crooked around his back. Her gaze met Morin's again. Tilting her hip slightly, Sara revealed the small tuft of hair at the top of her hidden folds. Jason's dark bobbing head concealed the rest of her flesh from Morin's sight. ‘Feels sooo good.' With her gaze locked on Morin's, the words weren't meant for the man kneeling at Sara's feet.

One of Jason's hands, fingers bright with Sara's juices, ran a trail from her waist to her exposed breast. He twirled one finger around her areola, just missing the swollen nipple.

Mesmerised, Morin couldn't drag her gaze away from the creamy flesh, the circling finger. Morin's heart raced as her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. Tugging her bra aside, Morin slipped her hand against her bare flesh.

She began to mimic Jason's actions. Her other hand reached for the curtain, fingers tugging the crack open a little wider.

Sara's gaze dipped to Morin's chest then her full lips curved in a wide smile. Jason's hand slid away from her ample flesh. Crawling up her chest, slowly up the long line of her neck, his fingers stopped at her mouth. Her tongue flashed out, circling his index finger several times, licking the slickness from his finger.

Morin's taste buds recalled the taste of her cream, sharp and sweet, from Paul's lips after he'd feasted on her pussy. Temptation slid her hand towards her waistband but fear stopped her.

Sara released Jason's fingers and her mouth formed a silent dare. ‘Do it.' Nodding, she dipped her head towards her lover's long fingers then sucked the three middle ones deep into her mouth.

Morin's breath sounded loud and raucous. Her heart raced with an erratic beat, threatening to burst free of her chest. Her pussy ached with intense need in spite of one orgasm. She needed more than the pressure her closed thighs could provide.

Her hand resumed its motion towards her waistband. Sucking in her stomach, Morin pushed her hand into her skirt. Her gaze locked with Sara's, she didn't miss the woman's head shaking no.

Once again freeing Jason's fingers, Sara mouthed the words, ‘Show me.'

Morin gasped but she obeyed the silent command. She clutched her skirt in her fingers and gathering the material in a slow creeping crawl, she raised the short skirt. Cool air breathed on the damp cloth between her legs as she exposed her crotch to a total stranger. A female stranger . . .

Sara nodded encouragement. Her hips pushed into Jason's ravenous tongue. The muscles of her thigh clenched as her calf pressed against the back of Jason's neck. Sara's moans grew louder, coarser.

Morin's fingers traced the edge of her thong. Hesitation kept her from making the final move. Morin had never been comfortable with masturbation, and here she was letting a total stranger watch? Something wasn't right with her. But then her excitement over Paul's suggestions had already proved that.

Sara's increased arousal was contagious. Her hands struggled against the tie, pulled the noose tighter, leaving reddened trails around her pale wrists. Moans and grunts from both of the lovers mingled in the air. ‘God. Yes. Jase.' Harsh breath punctuated Sara's words. Her gaze locked once again with Morin's. ‘Do it!'

Morin yanked her thong aside and obeyed the harsh command. Plunging her fingers into her aching cunt, already slick with cream, Morin bit her tender lip to stifle a shout of relief. Her palm pressed hard against her clit, rubbing the swollen flesh as her tight passage clenched around her fingers.

‘Fuck me, Jase. Now.' Sara's body convulsed with tremors as Jason sprang from the floor.

His hands grabbed her hips, twirling her around to face the wall. His slacks bulged with a fierce erection. A dark stain marked the material with more evidence of his arousal. Fingers fumbled his fly open, revealing a long thick cock. The weeping crown was flared and almost purple with need.

‘Gonna fuck you so hard.' Hiking up the back of Sara's dress, he guided his dick towards the apex of her thighs.

‘Yes. Fuck me.' Sara pushed back towards Jason. Standing on her toes, she strained to meet his flesh.

Morin slid her fingers deeper, faster as Jason's engorged cock slid into Sara's willing hole. Her other hand caught the curtain, clenching the coarse material in her fist. Shuffling her feet
farther apart, she worked her aching flesh harder. Lost in the pleasure, the need, she couldn't control her gasping breath, grunted moans.

Sara's head tilted towards her and then back, encouraging her forwards.

With her steps hampered by her own hand deep inside her dripping cunt, Morin shuffled forwards, into the doorway.

Jason sighed as he sheathed his flesh in Sara. As he pulled back, he glanced in Morin's direction. Instead of surprise, he flashed her a cheeky grin before slamming hard into Sara. ‘Like what you see?' He slid back until the flared head slipped free of Sara. ‘Want to see more?'

His fingers dug into Sara's hips as he impaled her again. Long hard strokes, bruising force.

Morin took one more timid step forwards, now inside the dressing room. Her fist still clutched at the curtain, a sheath of the material draped over her shoulder. Her other hand caught in a vice between her legs, her thumb rubbed against her clit.

Pleasure and fear fried her brain. She should run, hide. Her throat threatened to close, breath caught in her chest. Her body burned from lack of oxygen, from shame, from desire.

‘Touch me.' Sara gasped the words as Jason continued to pillage her body. Her full breasts jiggled with each hard blow.

Morin tried to keep her hold on the curtain but her fingers, numb from her fierce grip, refused to obey. As she shuffled forwards, the material slid across her breast, her shoulder, then fell behind her. Standing so close, she could smell the tang of Sara's cream, heated with desire, and the friction of Jason's cock slamming into her.

Swallowing hard, Morin took one more step. Heat radiated off Sara's body, or was Morin's own temperature rising?

‘Go ahead. Touch. Me.' Sara's breath caught in a moan. ‘Now!'

Releasing her hold on her cunt, Morin took the final step to Sara's side. Her hand slid under Sara's restrained body. Grazing
a plump breast with her juice-slick hand, Morin drew a ragged breath.

‘More.' Sara strained forwards until her flesh rested in Morin's hand.

The fullness, so different from Morin's small tits, fascinated her. She rolled the soft mass in the palm of her hand. The hard nipple teased her skin.
What would it feel like against her lips?
Morin tried to banish the thought from her mind but the words taunted her.

‘More!' Sara struggled back and forth, her body flailing between her lover's cock and Morin's hand.

Something snapped in Morin's brain. Dropping to her knees, she crawled into the tight space between the wall and Sara's suspended body. Kissing the soft flesh of Sara's stomach, she licked a path up to the pale breast. Morin's thighs clamped closed on her overheated sex. As she wrapped her lips around Sara's nipple, her pussy clenched with a second orgasm. Waves of pleasure shot through her body as her mouth sucked hard on the captured tit.

Her hand slid up Sara's soft thigh. Her fingers plunged into the wet folds, bumping against Jason's pounding cock. Flicking her thumb across Sara's clit, she clung to her breast like a starving child. If she let go, she knew she'd be lost.

A scream of pleasure laced through the tiny dressing room. Sara's thighs clenched on Morin's hand. Warm liquid covered Morin's fingers. Sara's shuddering shook Morin's mouth loose.

As her mind screamed no, Morin licked a path down Sara's stomach. Reaching the juncture of her thighs, Morin leaned in. The tangy sweet scent of Sara's cream enticed her closer. Her tongue flicked against Sara's swollen clit then pierced between the folds.

Sara's body shuddered as she howled her ecstasy. Her hips flexed forwards, mashing her pussy against Morin's face.

Morin grabbed Sara's thighs near the V. Her hands steadied Sara's movements as her thumbs pulled the outer lips open.
Pink and rose flesh greeted Morin's hungry mouth. Delving into the wet heat, Morin's tongue caught Jason's cock as he stroked in and out of Sara's hot tunnel.

Sticky liquid coated Morin's face, dripping down her chin as her own pussy leaked down her inner thigh. Her fingers dug into Sara's flesh as she buried her face in the tantalising snatch. Her teeth raked against Sara's clit as her mouth covered the swollen flesh. Sucking hard elicited another scream from Sara.

‘Enough!' Sara sobbed above Morin's head. ‘Can't take any more . . .'

With a sigh of regret, Morin backed away. She knew the feeling of being over-sensitive. Falling back against the wall, Morin fought to catch her breath. Her mind reeled with what she'd done. What would Paul say?

‘Now it's your turn, Morin.'

Morin jerked her head towards the dressing-room door. Standing with the curtain pulled partially open, was Paul with a grin on his face.

‘What the fuck . . .' Morin scrambled to her feet, bumping Sara as she rose.

‘I knew you wanted to play, to experiment.' Paul walked into the tiny dressing room, crowding her against the wall. ‘I just wanted you to admit it.'

‘How?' Morin couldn't deny his words. Not with Sara's cream coating her face, the taste still teasing her tongue.

‘Because whether you admitted it or not, talking about it always got you wet. Then you started pushing me away so you could keep your secret.'

Morin's accusations died before she opened her mouth. She'd told herself Paul had grown cold but he was right. If she were too tired or too busy, she wouldn't have to think about his tantalising ideas and he'd never know how the thoughts affected her.

‘And now . . .' Paul ran his tongue across her lower lip. ‘It's your turn.'

The ache in her pussy intensified as he licked Sara's juice from her lips. ‘But Sara, Jason . . .'

A soft chuckle vibrated against her mouth. ‘Remember the friends I wanted you to meet?'

‘Shit . . .' Morin ducked her head around Paul's shoulder.

Sara winked at her as she rubbed her now-freed wrists. The soft silk dress covered her sex. ‘Sweetie, you can eat me anytime. For a first-timer, you did a hell of a job.'

‘Very hot,' Jason agreed. He wrapped his arm around his lover while his other hand stroked his still-erect length.

Morin took a long deep breath. ‘So now what?'

Paul's hands ran down her arms until they circled her wrists. ‘Now, we do this . . .' He pulled her arms in front of her.

Jason stepped forwards then slipped his crinkled tie over her right wrist. Sara moved to the other side. A thin scarf, discarded in the earlier shopping spree, twisted around her left wrist.

Pulling her around towards the door, Paul reached up and yanked the three forgotten dresses from the stout wooden curtain rod.

‘Wait . . .' The door of the dressing room faced the store. If someone came in – she hadn't locked up for the night. What if a passer-by looked too hard in the window? ‘Someone might see.' Morin's fear clutched at her stomach and tightened her throat.

‘Then they'll see.' Paul planted a gentle kiss on her lips. ‘Doesn't the idea make you wet? Someone watching you like you watched Sara?'

Morin's pussy clenched in agreement with his words but she couldn't catch her breath to speak.

Caressing her chin with his cupped hand, Paul lifted her face towards his. His gaze locked with hers then his lips crooked in a smile. He pulled her arms up as Sara and Jason bound her wrists to the crossbar.

A shiver of submission tickled down her back. Wet heat seared through her neglected pussy.

Paul's foot forced first one leg and then the other to opposite sides of the door. Her weight eased onto her wrists as her feet pressed against the wooden frame.

Being spread-eagled and vulnerable had the feared effect on Morin. Need raced through her. Desire threatened to turn to begging but she wasn't ready to admit she wanted this. Needed this . . .

Paul ran his hand inside her half-unbuttoned blouse. His fingers caressed the skin on her stomach before twisting under her bra. With a hard yank, the delicate front clasp popped under the strain. Her breasts exposed to Sara and Jason, instinct pulled against her restraints with an attempt to cover her flesh.

‘Be still.' Paul's harsh whisper stopped her movements. ‘You're not allowed to move –' he leaned close to her ear ‘– or I'll be forced to spank you.'

Sharp need stabbed through her body. The desire to obey warred with the idea of Paul's hand stinging her ass. An embarrassed rush of heat flooded her body. She wanted to tell him no, no to the spanking, no to the entire situation, but instead she bit her lip and held still.

‘Good girl.' Paul caught her chin in his hand. His mouth covered hers. He nibbled her bottom lip free from her teeth. His tongue bathed her swollen lip before pressing for an opening.

With a whimper, Morin allowed him access. The sweet rush of familiar passion pulled at her stomach. Her sex demanded pressure her position wouldn't provide.

She closed her eyes as Paul's free hand slid down her side then lifted her skirt. He tucked the hem into her waist.

Cool hands with long sharp nails did the same to the other side, and then across the front and back until her skirt did nothing to cover her modesty. A shiver of desire coursed
through her as the soft hands lingered on her skin, fingernails tracing a line across her stomach.

‘Do you want to stop?' Paul breathed the words in her ear. ‘You have to tell me, Morin. I won't force you to do something you don't want to do.'

Her eyes squeezed shut, Morin shook her head.

‘Speak to me, baby. Tell me you want this.'

‘Yes.'

Paul's five o'clock shadow rubbed against her cheek as he shook his head. ‘Not good enough. Are you saying yes – stop or yes – keep going?'