“You just figured that out?” The filtered light from the overhead chandelier accentuated his mischievous grin. Justin looked positively wicked.
Anna lamented in silence. Yeah, he was kinky to the bone. She yanked the cuffs, sheer frustration taking over her. The metallic sound chimed. Curious eyes watched her, followed by curious smiles from the four naked people on the bed. Anna scooted to the edge, trying not to disturb Kikuri, but the woman snaked out a hand and touched her.
“Is she your private property?” Kikuri asked Justin. Her voice sounded mellifluously seductive.
“Unfortunately, yes,” Justin answered. “No one is allowed to touch her but me.”
And his brothers. Anna felt the words hang from his lips, unspoken.
Kikuri laughed. “Aren’t you generous?” she mocked.
“Sorry, but Anna is my special lady.” Justin slipped behind her, pushing her further onto the bed. “We want to see your pleasure, Kikuri-chan.”
Kikuri’s eyes darted to Anna’s groin. “Do you need help with that first?”
Justin pondered. “Only her clothes. Nothing else.”
Anna’s heart pounded hard when Kikuri detangled from her lovers and enclosed her.
Kikuri ran her hand over Anna’s curves. “I love undressing a pretty woman,” she said.
Justin unzipped Anna’s strapless cocktail dress. Kikuri helped him pull the dress down and slip it over her legs.
The cold air from the air conditioner caressed her skin. Anna felt vulnerable. Exposed. She wasn’t wearing anything under her dress. Four pairs of strangers’ eyes feasted on her nakedness. Unexpectedly, Anna was thrilled. She didn’t know why. Perhaps, Justin’s perverseness was starting to rub off on her.
“Pink,” Kikuri commented about her nipples.
“Pretty, isn’t she?”
“Too bad I can’t have a taste.”
Justin’s laugh reverberated behind Anna’s ears. “She doesn’t swing that way.”
Kikuri’s eyes rounded. “You sure about that?”
“Even if she’s curious, she’s untouchable.” Justin kissed Anna’s cheek. “Carry on. Don’t mind us. Tonight, we’re only observers.”
“You’re no fun,” Kikuri purred, stretching luxuriously. She whispered to one of her lovers in Japanese.
He was young with the slim, lithe body of an athlete. Colourful, full body tattoos adorned both of his arms and his back. The man stroked his cock. Anna couldn’t take her eyes from it. He was so well-endowed, Anna wasn’t sure the petite Kikuri could even take him.
“Watch.” Justin nuzzled behind Anna’s ear. He slipped his hand to the juncture of her thighs and found her pussy. A jolt of heat surged through her when his fingers felt her moist sex. He parted her pussy lips and slid a finger home. Her cunt contracted around his intruding finger.
Anna’s mind went on vacation temporarily. Curiosity had stolen her attention. She was transfixed with what was happening before her. The tattooed man rubbed his enormous cockhead on Kikuri’s pink sex. She made an urging murmur and spread her legs wider for the world to see.
Anna’s breath halted when the tattooed man thrust into Kikuri. She stiffened and moaned. The tattooed man grabbed Kikuri’s hips and plunged into her until his dark thatch kissed the siren’s pale mound. Kikuri keened and threw her head backwards, her face a mask of ecstasy.
Anna wouldn’t have believed it if she hadn’t witnessed it first-hand. Did he hurt her? She didn’t think so. Kikuri seemed to be in a different world. She pleaded in Japanese to the tattooed man. Anna figured out it must be to fuck her hard and that was what her lover immediately did. His cock glistened with Kikuri’s cream. He pulled out and slammed back unmercifully, driving her slender body into the bed. Kikuri bounced and writhed. Her head slid into Anna’s lap. And Anna still couldn’t tear her eyes from them.
The tattooed man fucked Kikuri like a demented man. His hard cock ravaged Kikuri’s pussy and their sex made some lewd, syrupy sounds. Anna didn’t know why but watching them unleash their primal instinct really turned her on. For a moment, she forgot she had Justin’s finger in her pussy.
“You’re wet,” Justin commented. “I love it when you’re like this.”
“Oh,” Anna moaned. Justin slipped in another finger and stroked her hard. The pad of his palm mashed against her clit and vulva. Her own sex made the same lewd sound as the lovers before her.
“Do you like watching them?” Justin picked up his pace. Pleasure burst in her depths. “Beautiful, aren’t they?”
Kikuri thrashed, ranting in Japanese. The tattooed man hammered dozens of vicious slams until all of a sudden, Kikuri bawled from the top of her lungs. The pale siren came hard.