Hide and Seek, page 4
After a few more unfruitful but fun solo encounters followed by more clothed sex we headed home. The promise of extreme sex hung heavy in the car. All the frottage had me extra horny. So was Lizzie. Her dance-floor tryst with Next Big Thing had steamed her into an all-hot-and-bothered condition. I can tell she wanted him in a bad way. The chance encounter and his escape had supercharged her libido for me to enjoy, and watching it all transpire had turned my sex drive way past maximum safe limits. These are the wonderful mutual benefits of our win-win-fuck-fuck relationship. It doesn’t matter what happened on any given night out, because whatever happened always excited us into a frenzy that can only be satisfied by wall-to-wall fucking. Our scopophiliac soirées were all foreplay for our fuckplay, whether actual fuckplay with others was involved or not.
We were no sooner home and up the stairs when Lizzie pushed me down on the bed and stripped me naked while she kept all of her clothes on. She was rabid, tearing off my clothes, scattering buttons like ejaculate. There was a definite take-charge attitude about her that screamed she’d had enough foreplay tonight. I expected to be fucking like triple-X porn stars paid by the orgasm, but Lizzie turned out to be in an extra-playful, teasing mood. She used my skinny tie to attach one of my hands to the bedpost. She used my belt to tie the other. She stood above me, legs spread, stiletto heels nipping at my skin. She pulled aside her pink thong.
“Like what you see?”
“I always like what I see up your skirt.”
“My panties are all wet. I’m all wet because of him. This is from him to you.”
She reached under her skirt and slid the panties off her bottom. She dropped them on my face. I spoke through the mask, every breath catching the perfume of Lizzie’s musky wetness.
“You wanted to fuck him, didn’t you?”
“It would have been interesting.”
“I’d have liked to watch you fuck him.”
“I know you would. You always want to see me fuck someone.”
She reached down and untied one stiletto and then the other, taking her time, making me savor the unshoeing moment, keeping her legs tensed and straight. She smoothed the thigh-high fishnets off her legs, treating me to a striptease. She squatted down on my chest. I felt the wetness of her cunt on my skin. She leaned forward and kissed me through her cast-off thong, her tongue working the wet panties into my mouth until I was well and truly gagged.
Lizzie then took the fishnets and wrapped them several times around my head until I was partially blindfolded by the mesh. It was torture, not able to see everything, but such exquisite pleasure to catch glimpses out of the corners of my eyes as I moved my head to angle the fishnets for a peek-a-boo view. It was a chase to see every little detail that I could, and lo and behold, in a few seconds of scanning I realized that Lizzie had come up with something new in my kingdom of voyeurism. My cock strained. How I do love this woman.
“You’re wicked,” I mumbled through the balled-up thong, but Lizzie couldn’t understand panty-speak and did not want to hear. She ignored my pulsing erection and went for my nipples. Warning: I have sensitive nipples. They feel like direct, main-line extensions of my cockhead. She licked, twisted, bit, and flicked my nipples into sensitized bullets about to explode from the barrel of my chest. Once she’d tenderized my flesh with her fingers, she popped her boobs out of the corset and rubbed her nipples on mine, and then she sat astride me and rubbed her clit on my nipples. I was on nipple overload, somewhere between screaming, laughing, and crying. My cock pulsed and bobbed around, but she never touched it. She just worked my nipples over as if they were my solitary sex organ. I relished tantalizing glimpses through the purple fishnets of her toying with me. The constrained view added a layer of excitement to the touch that was hard to contain and explain. I thrashed, my head darting from side to side, up and down, as I fought for a clear view of Lizzie in action. It was a new watching thrill to be so close and yet so far from my reward. I was a wild man. I fought against the bonds so much that Lizzie chastised my unruliness and used my shirt and trousers to tie my legs to the foot of the bed. Now, I was well and truly spread-eagled. I figured this was the immediate prelude to a damn fine fucking, but it wasn’t. She didn’t. She flicked my cock with her finger so my erection slapped against my belly, leaving a strand of precome on my skin, and then she got up from the bed and walked to the door.
“Where are you going?” I thong-mumbled in disappointment, but Lizzie didn’t respond. Out of the corners of my eyes I watched her take her sweet time in donning the stilettos, making a production of flexing her long legs, showing me her ass and pussy under her skirt before strutting away. In my partially sensory deprived state every sound was amplified above the thunderous roar of my pounding heart. I heard her heels click around the floor and down the stairs. I heard her pour a drink. I heard her put the glass down on the table. I heard the front door open and close. I heard silence. My eyes flitted around our bedroom, trying to make out details. I looked for the clock to get a sense of how much time had passed, but it was out of my fishnetted view. It could have been minutes or maybe an hour, it was hard to tell. But finally I heard the door open, followed by the familiar click of Lizzie’s heels on the stairs.
And then I heard the not-so-familiar footfall of another pair of feet.
My heart raced as Lizzie entered the room, and I heard a man’s voice follow her in.
“Oh, wow, is he all right?”
Through my fishnet mask I recognized the tight-jeaned crotch at the foot of the bed. It was Next Big Thing.
Lizzie laughed.
“Oh, yeah. I told you he likes this. He likes to watch, and this is a special treat I’ve cooked up for him.”
“Oh, wow. This is weird.”
“Are you okay with it? You said you liked it kinky. You sure you don’t mind fucking me on the same bed?”
“Nah, I just don’t want to be tied up like that. And I don’t do dudes.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I want all your limbs and appendages free just for me.”
Lizzie and Next Big Thing kissed at the foot of the bed. I watched her hands explore his body until I lost sight of her caresses. Then I saw his hands lift up her skirt and massage Lizzie’s butt, pulling apart her cheeks as he pulled her to him, offering me a fleeting vision of her perfect, heart-shaped ass and puckered rosebud before he pushed her down on the bed. I felt Lizzie’s hair fall over my legs. She sat up and unbuckled his pants, pushing them down, freeing his namesake, and yes, from what I saw, it was the Next Big Thing. Lizzie fondled his cock and kissed it, but the soon-to-be-fuckers didn’t keep still, moving in and out of my vision. Far from frustrating me, the now-you-see-it-now-you-don’t fishnet teasing only served to boost my excitement through the sexosphere out to where no man has boldly gone before. What I couldn’t see through the mesh, I could hear and feel and thereby imagine as their bodies moved through what I was sure was a glorious cocksucking.
I felt the brush of Lizzie’s skin as she slid farther up the bed. I sensed the curve of her hip against mine as she spread her legs for him. Through tiny purple frames I saw Next Big Thing bend to kiss her pussy, and as his tongue made contact, Lizzie grabbed my bound hand and squeezed my fingers. Her head rolled from side to side. Her legs bent upward, opening her cunt wide for Next Big Thing to lick and probe. Lizzie’s hand slipped from mine and flopped on to my chest where she played with my sensitized nipples, squeezing hard in sympathy to the attentions Next Big Thing lavished upon her clit. We thrashed together, separate on the same bed, linked by our shared desires to see each other’s needs satisfied.
I know I’ve said it before, but I can’t help gushing. It’s not every day or night that a voyeur’s eyes are opened by having them partially covered. This was a new kind of voyeurism for me, involving all the senses, with much more mystery and imagination than would have been required if I’d been free to observe and even participate. It was like being in a sexy dream where not everything is visible and all things seem possible. Despite Lizzie’s touching me, and my reactions, they acted as if I weren’t there. More so, I believe, than if I’d been free to join them. I was just like another piece of bedroom furniture to fuck against.
Next Big Thing rolled Lizzie onto her stomach and tongued her ass. She kissed me on the lips, pulling the thong gag from my mouth. Her tongue wrestled mine in a deep, desperate kiss. Her face partially obscured my view of his face buried between her callipygian buttocks, his arms wrapped around her thighs, feasting on her treats. Lizzie broke our lip-lock and whispered in my ear.
“He’s good. This is good, isn’t it?”
“It’s very good. It’s so different. I can only see so much, but I feel it all. You are very good.”
“No, I’m very bad.”
Lizzie’s words morphed into an extended moan as she pulled away onto all fours to reveal Next Big Thing fucking her from the rear. He held her thighs and pulled her into him, and the bed rocked under me with each thrust, making the fishnetted vignettes of their sex blurry and tantalizing. It was impossible to follow as positions switched. I was the only constant, spread-eagled as Lizzie and Next Big Thing’s fucking tossed them around the bed. I felt their bodies clamoring for each other, brushing against me as I saw flashes of their body parts entwined.
Lizzie ended up on top of Next Big Thing. She took his cock, slapping it on her clit before sliding it into her pussy, looking at me as she did so. She blew me a kiss as she ground her pussy into his crotch, rocking backward and forward, working her clit. Next Big Thing lifted into her, and as Lizzie swung her arms out she brushed against my cock. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, and as she fucked him she stroked my cock. I’d been on the verge of coming ever since Lizzie’s nipple torture had left me in a sensitized state. Her velvety grip on my cock was all that I needed to erupt into her hands. Next Big Thing was also on a hair trigger. He let out the kind of throaty yell you’d expect from a wannabe lead singer, pulling on Lizzie’s nipples as he came, making her bounce up and down on his come-sensitized cock, bringing her off as she continued jerking my come-sensitized cock past my blinding release, elevating us all into a state of delicious delirium.
As Lizzie’s breathing settled and she came down from her orgasmic high, she pulled the fishnets from my head and mopped the come from my chest with my see-through-blindfold stockings. As I calmed down, she leaned forward and kissed me, and then she leaned over and kissed Next Big Thing. From my completely clear vision I could tell the kiss was not so much a passionate one as a thanks-for-the-fuck-now-it’s-time-to-get-your-gear-on-and-go peck. As Lizzie and I kissed and cuddled, Next Big Thing must have concluded that he’d fulfilled his role, so he did just what Lizzie’s kiss had suggested.
He paused in the doorway.
“See ya.”
Lizzie shook her head.
“I don’t think so, but I will see you out.”
Naked Lizzie showed Next Big Thing down the stairs and out through the front door. There was minimal conversation and what sounded like a brief kiss goodnight. She ran up the stairs and leaped on the bed.
“Everything cool?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Lizzie said as she untied my bonds. “He understood that you’re the only one who gets to really see me, even if it is out of the fishnet-covered corners of your eyes.”
INTERVIEW WITH A PORN STAR
Radclyffe
How can you fuck strangers for a living while people stand around and watch?”
That’s the question everyone wants to ask me, although most people try to sound more polite. Sometimes, I hate doing interviews because no one ever believes my answer. It’s too simple, I guess. The truth is, acting in erotic videos is the perfect job for me because I never have to fake coming, and you can always tell when a girl is faking it. Of course, when I say that, they either look really, really skeptical or say, “How can you come when it’s all fake?”
Sigh. Like girls can’t get off just like guys for no other reason than it feels good?
Then I have to explain that there is nothing fake about having a girl lick your pussy or stroke your clit and that I get off on people watching her do it. Having sex in front of other people makes me come like nothing else. Oh, I get off plenty of other ways and it’s always good, but I never come as hard as I do when I know someone else is looking. So the minute I walk onto the set, even if the director and the cameraman and the sound techs aren’t standing around the bed yet, my pussy gets wet. Put me with another actor in a roomful of people watching us fuck or go down on each other, and my biggest challenge is not coming before I get through the scene. I still have to concentrate on holding off until the director wants a come shot, but I’ve been working on that ever since the day I completely embarrassed myself at my first film audition.
I didn’t know what to expect, so I was psyched when it turned out the director was a hot woman. That was the first plus for me. The second, even better bonus was that she was looking for an actor to make it with other girls. I have nothing against guys, but girls really do it for me. There’s nothing quite like a pouty mouth slick with lipstick cinched around my clit, unless it’s a small, hard fist pounding inside my cunt. Besides, girls look so sexy when they come. It doesn’t matter if I’m fucking them or sucking on their hot, hard clits or watching them do themselves, I love the way their mouths open with surprise and their eyelids flutter and their bellies quiver just before they cry and throw their heads back and gush all over.
Oh, yeah, I like to watch almost as much as I like to be watched. Almost.
So I told the director I was good with the girl action, and we got through the age thing and the health thing and all the other routine stuff pretty fast. Then she put the paperwork aside and stood up.
“Do you mind if I take some stills for the website? I like to feature our new actors before the film release.”
“Sure. That’s fine.”
“Right this way.” She led me into an adjoining room that was set up like a photography studio. Except this one had a big bed right in the middle of the room. We were the only ones there.
“Go ahead and take your clothes off. Then stretch out on your back on the bed.”
While I got comfortable against a pile of big fluffy pillows, she fiddled with the equipment.
“Let’s run through the basics,” she said as she walked to the foot of the bed with her camera. “Are you comfortable masturbating in front of other people?”
I almost laughed. I first discovered I really liked people to watch me come when my housemate walked in on me one afternoon while I was masturbating to a porn video. She wasn’t supposed to be home for another two hours, and when the front door opened and she strolled in, I was like thirty seconds from coming. My clit had done that thing where it plumps up right before I pop, and little electric shocks were running through it into my stomach and down the insides of my legs. The girls on the screen were sucking each other’s pussies, and the way their mouths sounded on each others’ cunts—wet and slippery and yummy—had me rubbing my clit as hard and fast as I could. I turned my head when I heard the door and saw her and my orgasm stalled just before I hit the top, but my cunt was so swollen and achy I couldn’t let go. She looked at the TV and then at me, her gaze zeroing in on my skirt hiked up to my waist and my hands working between my legs.
“You’re home early.” I gave her a lazy smile and slow-stroked my clit, my fingers coated in juice.
“Sorry,” she said, but she didn’t look sorry. Her eyes were huge, and I could see her breathing fast from across the room; her nipples were hard little balls under her tight T-shirt.
“It’s okay,” I murmured breathlessly. “But do you mind if I finish? I really need to come.”
“No, I don’t mind,” she said so quietly that I almost didn’t hear her. “Could I…Could I watch?”
The look on her face, so hungry and helpless, made my hips jump and, oh, God, I was on the edge again, every bit of blood and bone and muscle coiled so tight it felt like my clit would explode any second. And it was so good, I knew I’d come really hard, even harder than when I was about to come from watching the movie.
“Sit next to me.” I circled my clit as softly as I could so I wouldn’t come right then, but I really, really wanted to.
She just about ran across the room, but she didn’t sit on the sofa like I expected. She knelt on the floor between my knees, put her hands on the inside of my thighs, and leaned over until her face was a few inches from cunt.
“You like it?” I asked, flicking at my clit.
“Oh, yes.”
I spread myself open with the hand that wasn’t teasing my clit so she could see everything. “Tell me.”
“You’re all red and puffy,” she whispered. She looked up at me briefly, her face filled with wonder. “Have you been doing this long?”
I nodded, my stomach clenched so hard I could barely talk. Having her see how excited my pussy was made it open and close like a fist. God, I wanted to just let go all over her. “Almost an hour.”
“Oh,” she breathed, refocusing on my pussy. “You must have to come so bad now.”
“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, rolling my clit between my fingers. Across the room one of the girls on the screen was wailing and thrashing and rubbing her pussy all over the other girl’s face. Usually that’s when I come, watching her face twist and listening to her cry and mauling my clit until I force my cunt to spasm and flood. But not today. Today, I’d found something so much better. “Can you see my clit?”
“Yes, it’s beautiful. So big and shiny.” Her eyes were hazy and unfocused, like she was stoned, but I knew she wasn’t. She was high on the smell of my cunt and the squelch of my fingers sliding through it and the sight of my stiff, wet clit. “Does your pussy feel good when you rub it like that?”
