1. Always Faithful - Chapter Twenty-Two


    Date: 1/27/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: BobNbobbi, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories

    still had questions. “Lights?” “Yes.” “Microphone?” “Yes, speakers loud.” “Neighbors?” “Several.” “Did she cry?” “No, not really. She called out but did not cry.” “Orgasm?” “Oh yes, yes oh yes. Both of us had orgasm.” Laura stretched her arm for more brandy. “You seem fascinated by my balcony?” “Yes.” “Many fix on the mirror wall; some find the leather furniture draws them.” “I like to sing my pleasure when I have sex. Sometimes, maybe often, I want others to hear my song.” “My balcony is perfect for your desire. I will whip you hard one night when the fog is thick; everyone will thrill at your pleasure in the mist.” “Do you see others, others playing in their windows, on their balcony?” “Sometimes I watch them play; more often they watch me play.” “Let’s continue our discussion on the balcony. Bring the brandy; you can cuff me to the rail and hold my glass as I drink.” “Yes, strip now, leave your gown here and I will spotlight you.” “Oh yes, I like that idea.” “You haven’t asked about the other furniture, just the toys and the balcony?” “If I visit your playroom again, you can show them to me. The balcony is enough for tonight. I am comfortable on display; very few know me in San Francisco.” Upper Floor walked her to the balcony and left Laura cuffed to the rail, on view for one-and-all. “Hold the brandy in your mouth; study the warmth and flavor.” Two sharp strikes with one of the toys warmed her bottom, but Laura couldn’t cry out without spilling. “Very good, now you can ...
    swallow.” Upper pointed out a few windows where neighbors might be watching, and then he left Laura exposed on the balcony with one last set of hard swats to her cheeks. Laura cried out and heard her amplified scream echoed against the next building as Upper left her. Time passed and then Laura felt Upper behind her once more. His hands caressed the goose bumps on her sides from armpits to waist. “How long?” “About ten minutes, just enough to excite you.” “Touch my nipples.” “You love this, don’t you? Has anyone seen you yet?” “I don’t know.” “Drink more brandy and then I will try to awaken an audience.” Upper’s left hand worked Laura’s cunt as he held the snifter and she drank. “Swallow this time, but slowly.” “I am going to strike you six times; they will be hard on your bottom. Count each off loudly; you may cry out if you want to, if you need to cry out, but you must count each stroke before I will give the next. While I am gone, watch the windows, the balconies. When I come back, tell me everything.” Laura counted the six strokes as directed, and then there was only silence and light. Laura looked from window to window; two turned from dark to soft light. She could make out shapes, but no one was recognizable. Noise from her left caught her attention, maybe from one of the balconies. Which one did Upper Floor point to? Laura was alone, exposed in the light; she knew some strangers were watching. When will Upper Floor return? City sounds gave background noise; interspersed ...
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