Page 71 of Edging Obsession

She shrugs and returns to caressing another woman. My eyes widen as I watch her fingers press inside the other woman’s mouth, who sucks them, until she pulls them out, inserting them into the woman’s pussy.

Miles tugs me away. “Close your mouth, Schatzi. It’s okay to look, that’s what it’s for, but scrunching your face in disgust is not permitted. Everyone has their own kinks, and any negative reaction isn’t appreciated.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just…”

He laughs at my reaction, bringing me to a door in the far corner. It’s the labyrinth area. Inside is a bed, with pillows aligned against the back wall and openings. One opening is where the people get into bed, and at the head and foot of the bed are glassless windows with bars for people to watch. A woman is sitting on a guy’s face, and a man watching taps the mattress. The woman and man agree, so he climbs onto the bed. She readjusts her position, sitting reverse cowgirl on her partner, and then takes the other man’s cock into her mouth. Miles grabs my jaw, kisses me, leading me out of the room, explaining there are three rooms like that one.

We approach another door that has a sliding placard on it, statingBesetzt,which Miles tells me means the room is occupied. It’s a more intimate room for couples who don’t want to be out in the open. The next is the mirror room. No one’s in it, so we peek in. There’s a small couch at the end, mirrors surrounding the bed, and above it. Another room is occupied, which he explains is the beach room. He says this one is the most used and is large enough for six couples. Sand, chairs, a hidden projector, gives the illusion of the ocean, and best of all, sex toys in the shape of things you’d find on the beach, a vibrating starfish, rope, etc.

The last door isn’t occupied yet, which has an assortment of BDSM furniture. After leaving there, we pass a buffet of finger foods near the lounge. Several of Miles’ guards are at a table, calling us over. Two drinks later, I am relaxed. I don’t feel on edge or like I have to fight people off. Everyone appears natural. Some couples left the lounge area, mauling each other while removing their clothes in the opposite direction.

Miles leans over and asks, “Is there a particular place you’d like to try?”

My lips press together, thinking about all the areas. I don’t want to be in the large playing area. Maybe restrict some viewers. The mirror room is too private and there has been a small line waiting for the beach room. I opt for one of the labyrinth rooms. Miles says something to his guards in German, and as we’re walking toward the room, his brother and wife join us, along with a couple of his guards.

We stop at the washrooms to freshen up. Inside, I spray more deodorant on, because I’m sweating. We’re going to have sex in front of others. Can I do it? I spritz my pussy when Johann’s wife, Anna, comes in. I drop my dress, fanning my hands over my face.

She smiles at me. “First?” I nod. “Alles gut. We watch so no one touch you.” I suck in a breath. “I’ve seen Miles.” Now my eyes are about to pop out of my head. “I love Johann.” She runs her hands up and down my arms. “It’s…”

Anna swings around, cooing, as I say, “Fun? It’s fun?”

“Ja. You like.”

She throws her arm around my shoulders, guiding me out to where Johann and five other men are waiting.

Fuck!

Miles notices my fear and takes my face in his hands. “Do you still want to do this, Schatzi?”

My eyes wander from one to the other and I nod. “Are you okay with them seeing me naked?”

“In this environment, it’s fine, and they won’t touch. Actually, not all will be observing. Hendrick bowed out, not wanting to see you. Of course, my brother wants to watch, and so does Anna. They’re perverts.”

I give a weak smile. “Thanks, I guess?”

He laughs. “Jules, they’ll wind up masturbating or fucking. Other people might come in to observe, too. Are you okay with it?”

A hard swallow has me pausing. “Yes. I want to experience it at least once.”

Releasing my face and taking my hand, we enter one of the labyrinths. Johann and Anna stand at the foot of the bed, wrapping their hands around the bars prior to exchanging a kiss. The others back up to the far wall while Miles pulls his shirt off, gently grasps my face, smashing his mouth against mine. His hands slip under my dress, fingertips swirling over my skin and ass cheeks.

He pulls away, bringing my dress up and over my head. My arms automatically cover my breast. I’m standing in front of everyone in only a thong and heels.

Miles’ embrace buries me from view, and his lips come to the shell of my ear. “Focus on us, Schatzi. The sensations. Pretend no one is in the room.”

I whisper anokay.

He hooks his thumbs into my thong, lowering them to the floor, and continues to remove my heels. He takes my hand, escorting me onto the bed while he toes off his boots and relinquishes his clothes. Miles’ cock is javelin hard and red. He climbs on the bed, covering me with his body, kissing my face, neck, collarbone, causing my eyes to close. I moan from his attention. Miles wrote the book on foreplay. He created patterns following my cues and has committed them all to memory. Every brush of his lips. Dance of his fingertips. Pain chased away by pleasure.

On my back, Miles snuggles between my thighs, giving attention to my breasts. Squeezed together, he sucks and nips at my nipple, then switches to the other. My head tilts back, enjoying the way his tongue laps at my skin, teeth marking it, and then his lips taper the pain. I open my eyes halfway to find Johann standing behind Anna, his hands massaging her breasts as they stare at us. To my left, two of his bodyguards’ sights are locked on what Miles is doing. This raises my arousal the way it does to their darkening eyes.

Miles scoots lower, planting kisses down my stomach, atop my pelvis, and his thumbs spread my lips apart. With the tip of his tongue, he slides it up from opening to clit in slow motion, wiggling it from side to side in the middle and continuing. When I moan, I see Johann and Anna licking their lips, as if encouraging Miles even though his bare ass is to them. My thighs widen for him. In Miles’ fashion, his tongue runs between my swollen lips, sucking them into his mouth and my clit, keeping the rhythm. Once I’m wet enough, his finger slips inside me, then another. He sits up, pressing against one leg, fingers still inside, holding down my other leg, and finger fucks me hard. I’m groaning, attempting to raise my pelvis, but I’m flattened to the bed. His fingers curl inside, pumping vigorously, I’m crying out, fisting a pillow, squirting onto the bed.

Unlike at home, Miles moves from one thing to another without taking a breather. Eyes bolted on me, his fingers fill my mouth, and I swirl my tongue and suck on them, tasting me. This has his arousal kicking up a notch. Pulling me up from my armpits, he angles me against the back wall, kneels in front, painting my lips with his pre-cum, and slides his cock into my mouth. From the corner of my eye, I can see more people gathering around. This has my heartbeat speeding up, but Miles touches my nose and points to his eyes. I obey, and soon I’m caught up in him fucking my mouth. It disappears deep down my throat, remaining there, before pulling back. My eyes water from gagging and the loss of air. I know my mascara is smearing, and Miles takes his thumb, dragging it over my eyes, making it worse.

After about five minutes, he pulls out of my mouth, backs up, and takes a hold of my thighs, yanking me down on the bed. Miles’ face is near mine when he enters me, starting off in an unhurried deep dive, tapping my cervix, and retracting. This pace continues for a bit, lips touching, breaths mingling, until the drive isn’t enough. Miles’ craving explodes. He balances on his hands, revving up, and then he turns primal. His hands wrap around my throat while his pelvis snaps with force, fucking me hard and deep, muscles and veins popping from his arms. The bed shakes from his punching pelvic thrusts. He grunts, eyes locked on mine, throat dipping under his hands. Tears pour from the painful onslaught of jabs. Miles’ cock is thick and long, so this kind of fucking isn’t the norm. For the first time, I come from sex without clitoral stimulation. Miles roars my name when he squirts inside me.

While we come down from our high, people clap, fading away to another room to give us privacy.

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