he could see the hint of dark pupils just beneath and knew she was watching him, staring at one point on his body, always staring. Never wavering. As she focused on his erection she knelt like some ancient dancer before some royal court. Before some royal court? She was the royal court! And he the slave. By some fabulous turnaround, the princess was performing for the slave.
He gawked openly at the sleek molding of her lower body from waist down. Her midriff tapered to an incredible narrow waist. Satin smooth flesh flared to the wide rounding of her hips, then flattened down over her tummy. The triangle of dark hair seemed to point to the magic where her legs pressed tightly together. But there was no seeing the magic place.
Frustration tore at Bryan. In the bedroom two nights before he had burned to see what the night shadowed between her thighs. Now she seemed to sense his heat for full disclosure of her most secret place and was shy to show it. God, if she knew that as she slept two nights before he had fucked into her darling cunt!
Thwarted by Celeste's refusal to grant even a glimpse of her sex center, he concentrated on the erotic messages the woman's beautiful arms and exquisite hands were sending. Long, perfectly kept fingernails, delicately graceful fingers wove a pointed message of want.
As he watched, her arms stretched longingly toward him, then reached toward heaven. He wished she would lose control and leap at him to rake and claw with those ten restless stilettos give him an excuse to defend himself. To counterattack and drive her to the deep pile carpet on which she knelt. A mad feeling! He knew he had to make some move. The princess was daring him.
'Do!' cried the ravishing figure before him.
'What should I do?' he croaked helplessly.
'Anything you have to.' Low and sultry, it was the voice of royalty.
Her hands dropped to her breasts, pressing the boobs to even more startling prominence, then tweaking suggestively at dark, turgid cherries. Her lower body, fixed in one position, moved in slow, snakelike rhythm that seemed an echo of the movement of her fingers. A barely audible moan slipped from her lips as she massaged the globes more excitedly – then stopped abruptly.
Slowly the long fingers crept down across her midriff, slipping over the silken tautness of her tummy to find the rise of her mons. Oh God, that hillock was actually pulsing to her stroke! She slid her hands beneath her hips and urged upward presenting the love mound even more dramatically, but still the ultimate secret of his princess was not visible, except for the hint of the start of a cleft as the pubes curved under.
It was then that Celeste did the unexpected. Legs still tightly pressed, she forced two fingers through the crease of her thighs and as Bryan gawked hungrily, trying to see what she wouldn't reveal, she drove her fingertips through the snug labia. Back and forth the fingers plunged, pushing violently into an invisible mystery. She was for one last moment completely aware of her spectator.
'Bryan, do you know what I'm doing?'
'Gosh… you're… you're…'
'Tell me, am I doing a wrong thing?'
'Aw, wow…! No…! You couldn't!'
'Why?' Her eyes were fierce and glittering as they fixed on his.
'Wow! You're… aw, you're special.'
'How?' Her fingers were a strumming frenzy beyond the curve of her vee.
'You're… oh, hey! Hey, what's happening to…' His words trailed to stunned fascination as a deep orgasm shudder swept her. A woman possessed, she was in the grip of overwhelming climax. He watched her lovely face turn in happy agony, twist from side to side and he stared at the countenance of an angel, jet-black hair framing the incomparable beauty of her expression, dark eyebrows arched, lush ruby lips parted, as though waiting for something to fill them – or kiss them.
Impulsively he dropped to the rug and pressed his mouth against hers. As he did, she grabbed below his waist and squeezed his tumult-driven cock fiercely. Her mouth was hot and moist against his lips and her tongue stabbed against his teeth… then beyond.
Celeste was beside herself. Fingers buried from his sight between her legs, strumming herself feverishly while her other hand pumped him, she kissed and tongued him, passion running wild. It was almost exactly like the other night as she slept. But this time she was wide, wide awake and wanting. And at the very height of it, her hand snatched from his prick and her body quieted its frantic writhing. Stopped completely still.
Calm eyes looked into his. Bryan's wildly excited expression said it all. Before his eyes Celeste Dantrelle – and this time she was awake – had masturbated herself. It was a stunning awareness. All his life Bryan had thought of adults as tightly controlled individuals, contemptuous of youthful passion, making fun of puppy love and most of all, having only disgust for any sort of excitement of self. In one smashing moment here was one who, for all her thirty, maybe more, years, liked to excite herself. And this wasn't just anyone. This was her royal highness herself.
'Do you think of girls when you do that to yourself, Bryan?' she asked quietly.
'Yeah… golly…! Yeah!' There was a bond of understanding he'd never felt toward any grownup, between them.
'Have you ever gotten off thinking of me?'
'Wow! Like every day since you came to visit.'
'Really?' Her eyes danced with delighted surprise and he noticed the softened nipples tightening again. 'Show me.'
'HUH?' His heart stuttered with excitement.
'I want you to show me what you do when you think of me.' She caught her arms across her waist and shivered happily. 'Don't you ever dream what you'd like to do when I'm like this?'
In spite of what he'd watched the gorgeous nude just do to herself, Bryan flushed at the bid for his exhibitionism. 'Gosh… I…'
'I command you to do it!' Fire sparkled as she gave the order and she wriggled impatiently against the deep pile, her luscious breasts leaping as her saucy tail cheeks ground against the carpet. 'You do the wildest things you ever dreamed of… I want to see a man do it!'
A man she'd called him! It was the magic goal of every fifteen-year-old and his Goddess had just knighted him with the title.
'Anything, sweet Bryan.' She could as well have called him Sir Bryan. 'I dare you! Make me a happy girl.'
He glared down at the cameo perfection of her flesh, the caressible succulence of her figure. Behave against… however he wanted… this tantalizing female had invited him to work his will.
'Hah… yah!' The cry burst from his mouth. 'I beat you with my big cock prick, y'hear? I punish you for what you did in front of me, see?' His own words echoed wildly inside his head as he threw his leg across the wide hips of a suddenly quiet female form.
He dragged her arms high to either side of her head and the action forced him across her tiny waist so that his cock and balls were flush against the sharp upslant of her midriff. He whacked furiously at her gorgeous breasts, slapping from one to the other with his horny penis, feeling the devilish wonder of satiny skin yield under the love assault of his phallic flesh.
He remembered the crazy play with the twins holding Denise Pritchard's boobs while he fucked into them and for a second thought to repeat that wildness. Seeming to read his mind, Celeste caught her deliciously abused boobies and forced the full globes into a snug tunnel around his phallus. In humping reflex he was caught with the urge to rip his cock from the sweet trap and go a different route. Then the savage response of her nipples held him. Their pink tumescence bulged, darkened and grew even more outstanding as he stared. Need-to-be-loved fired the cherries and deepened them to bright crimson as tender nipple flesh distended and stretched. He gawked at the turgid cones and at her index fingers toying impudently over the outspoken tips.
An instant later, pumping furiously, a long cry of rapture leaped from his lips as bolts of semen charged into her breast cunt and spat through the top of the cleavage.
'More! More!' gasped Celeste, her body an animated fury under his tail. 'You didn't punish me enough. I was naughtiest down below.'
'Yeah! Yeah!' Wriggling eagerly down her hips and positioning atop her thighs, he flailed mercilessly at the saucy prominence of her mons, his undiminished erection electrified with erotic bolts of lightning at the punishment
