Page 89 of Knights Game

“I don’t know,” she answers. “Can we join in?”

I look down at her and she peeks up bashfully. “You want to join them?”

She shakes her head quickly. “No, I was just asking.”

“Only if you’re invited,” I answer. “But even then, you don’t have to, it’s up to you.”

“Hmm.” The woman is now standing over the man, her pussy in his face as he licks her pussy. She grips her breasts, her moans become louder.

I reach round the back of Layla's neck and unbutton the two small buttons that hold the neck piece of her dress in place.

Her breaths are quick, a delicious flush runs up her neck across her cheek bones. And I’m desperate to see whether the red flush is on her tits.

I pull the material softly away from her throat, and tug the dress down letting her breasts free, her nipples are rock fucking hard.

She stops staring at the scene in front of her, instead turning her attention around us to see whether anyone is looking at us, now that she’s laid bare.

“No one is interested in us.” I pull her hand away from her chest, and cup her breasts as I take her mouth in mine in a soft, reassuring kiss.

Pulling back, I rub my nose against hers, my forehead resting on her forehead as she looks at me. “Anytime you want me to stop, anytime you want to leave, you say the word.”

But she doesn’t answer. Just pulls her dress farther down, and before I know it, Layla sits next to me naked, her dress pooled on the floor.

“Fuck me,” I mutter. I’m of two minds, to hide her from everyone in this room, or to bend her over and fuck her brains out. “No one touches you but me,” I say before taking her breast in my mouth and sucking hard. Biting down.

I want it to mark.

My cock strains against my trousers and Layla’s hand goes to my belt, twisting so that she’s now fully focussed on me, but she stops at the sound of the man’s deep moans. The woman is now behind the man who has been untied and is on all fours. The blonde is completely naked except for a dildo attached by a strap to her thong.

Okay not where I thought this room was going to go, but you can never quite tell sometimes.

“What is she doing?”

“Pegging.”

“Pegging,” she repeats. “So, she fucks him with that massive dildo?”

“Yup.”

“Have you…?”

“Nope,” I reply quickly. “I do a lot of things, but I’ve not ever done that.”

“What type of things?” she asks. The woman walks round and drops to her knees in front of the man, and shoves the dildo into his mouth, where he sucks it hungrily.

“Yes, suck my dick, just like I suck yours,” the woman says as she thrusts forward. “You can’t wait to be fucked in the arse.”

“I’ll show you all the debaucherous things I’ve done in time, Layla,” I say. She doesn’t answer, and although her naked body is facing me, she’s fully engrossed in the couple.

The woman, after being fully content that the dildo is lubricated, instructs the man to spin around and spits on his arsehole and thrusts her thumb in, once, twice, three times. The man groans. She works his arse, and when satisfied he’s ready, she pulls her thumb out, guides the tip of the dildo in and pushes forward, then takes a remote and passes it to him.

“Vibrator,” I explain before she can ask. “In the underwear. He will control it while she fucks him.”

“Oh,” she replies, as the woman thrusts her dildo into the man, at the same time she shouts out as the vibrations erupt against her clit. Pleasure rippling through her.

She slowly pulls her dildo all the way out and then thrusts it back in again, and Layla is completely transfixed, her mouth open, her breaths coming in pants, her eyes wide.

I have to feel her.

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