Page 5 of The Show
Her lips moved against mine, coaxing a response, and I couldn't help but lean into her, my lips parting slightly.
Behind us, the men grunted their approval, their voices a distant rumble as I found myself drawn into the unexpected tenderness. Madam Eve's tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I opened for her, my body heating in a way I hadn't anticipated as her touch moved from my cheek to my throat, then my breasts.
When she cupped my breast, squeezing gently, I gasped and arched into her hold, much to the delight of the men around us, judging from their crude comments.
But then, her kisses began to move, trailing from my lips to my cheeks, my forehead. I realized with a start that she was licking the remnants of Rogers’ release from my skin, swallowing it with soft, humming sounds of pleasure.
The men grew louder, their crude comments filling the air. “Christ, that's hot,” one of them growled, while another chuckled, “I never knew Madam Eve offered such cleaning services.”
I was both appalled and aroused, and my stomach churned even as the heat pooling between my legs left my blood thrumming. Madam Eve's tongue was warm and soft, her touch gentle, yet the act itself was so depraved. I couldn't reconcile the two sensations, the disgust and the desire. It left me gasping, my body trembling with a mix of shame and need.
When she pulled away, I swayed toward her in desperation, and only her hold on my breast kept me upright.
“Good,” murmured Edward, watching both of us. “Who is next?”
Another man stepped up, his hand pumping his cock eagerly. “Open your mouth, loves,” he demanded, and I saw Madam Eve exchange a glance with me, one brow raised in question.
I wasn’t sure what she was asking, but when I leaned in, lips spread, to accept the man’s cock, she did as well.
I had no idea thatThe Supplicant Swancould be performed bytwowomen at once!
What we were doing was…well, it was similar to the kiss we’d just shared. I was kissing her, she was kissing me…and there just happened to be a cock in between us. We both licked and suckled, taking turns to pull him into our mouths, and in between, our lips didn’t leave each other’s.
It was…far better with her mouth on me.
And then my hand went to the man’s thighs to support myself as he began to thrust into my mouth, deeper and deeper, and Madam Eve moved to my side. Her arms were around me, her handsonme. Teasing my flesh, tugging at my nipples, making me moan and squirm in ways that had nothing to do with the man using my mouth.
“Arberd,” Edward called from a distance. “I want you to come on her tits now.”
With a grunt, the man pulled his cock from my mouth, stroked it once, and a heavy stream of thick cum—thicker than the last three men who’d used me—spurted from his cock to coat my chest with stickiness.
Madam Eve didn’t hesitate, didn’t wait for the order; she leaned forward to drag her tongue along my nipple, lapping up the spend and moaning as she did so.
Madam Eve's mouth on my breasts was driving me to new heights of arousal. She licked and sucked, her tongue swirling around my nipples, cleaning every drop of Arberd’s release frommy skin. I could feel the pull of her mouth deep in my core, stoking a fire that was becoming unbearable.
My knees were spread wide, my body on display for the men who circled us like wolves. I knew I should be humiliated, should hate every moment of this debasement. But my body betrayed me, my hips grinding in empty air, seeking something to ease the ache that was building.
Unable to resist the urge any longer, I dropped one hand between my thighs. I was slick and hot, my folds swollen with need. I stroked myself, my fingers finding the sensitive nub that sent sparks shooting through my body.
The men noticed, their voices rising in crude appreciation. “Look at the little whore, touching herself!” one of them cried. “She's loving this!”
Another chuckled, “I’d wager she's got a hot, tight cunny. Christ, look at the way she’s fucking her fingers.”
Their words should have humiliated me, should have doused the fire that was raging in my body. But instead, they fanned the flames higher. I was lost in a haze of desire, my fingers moving faster, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Madam Eve pulled back, her eyes meeting mine. She smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. “That's it, my dear,” she murmured, her voice low enough that only I could hear. “Take your pleasure. Show them how much you want this. You are the powerful one here, the one they are here to watch.”
I was beyond caring, beyond thinking. All that mattered was the burning need in my body, the tension that was coiling tighter and tighter. I stroked myself faster, harder, my hips bucking against my hand.
The men were shouting now, their voices a blur of crude encouragement. I could feel their eyes on me, their hot, hungry gazes devouring every inch of my exposed flesh. It pushed me higher, drove me closer to the edge.
I was close, so close. My body was taut, my breath caught in my throat…
And then Madam, a knowing glint in her eyes, bent to catch my nipple between her teeth. When she pulled, I burst apart, my orgasm catching me with a sudden gasp. My head fell backward, my cunny convulsing around my fingers as she continued to gently minister to my most sensitive parts.
Around us, the men whooped and called out wagers, but as my pleasure slowly faded and I felt drained, Madam Eve was there to hold me up.
“They are not done yet, love,” she murmured softly into my hair. “But we are giving them a show they will not forget for a long time. They will not forgetyou.”
