Watching

I felt an ache around my eyes, and they began to sting with dryness, for I have not let them blink for so long. Even as I realised my eyes were dry, a smile flits across my mouth..my eyes were the only part of  me that were dry! I have turned the heating right up in our bedroom, and, as requested, I’m sweating.

I sit, again as requested, cross-legged on my bed in the panties I’ve worn all day and my erotic scent drifts up from between my legs to my ever-sensitive nose. Meanwhile, my eyes watch…oh, how they watch. 

The vibrator is moving now. A subtle sideways motion over her clit from one side to the other and equally painfully slowly back again. I see the little ‘bump’ it makes as it almost falls over the slipperiness of her clit and down the other side. I see….but I can’t hear. By agreement, the sound is muted. 

Then a change. The vibrator moves downwards….down between the swollen, fleshy lips that glisten in the light and it tilts tantalisingly close to her hole…will it…..will she….? My own hole can almost feel what I’m seeing. It gives me the sensation that it is about to be stretched around an expensive Lelu. She moves it away without penetrating herself….this time. 

I realise how much my boobs hurt. How hard they are, and how hard my nipples are, erect and screaming to be touched, sucked, bitten. Between my legs is a hot mess of wetness, my panties soaked through long ago, and the scents of my long day in them released and augmented by a fresh wave of wetness. My clit is screaming with desire and I feel my hole opening. I squeeze my internal muscles and am rewarded by a warm flood into the already drenched crotch of my underwear. My hands? They are handcuffed behind me, as we agreed. Oh I can press the little catch and free myself from them at any time, but…..

She moves the vibrator down, down again to her hole and now slowly, it disappears inside her with agonising slowness. She takes a moment to spread her legs wider and I watch her accommodate it deep inside her. I can feel it. No, I mean I can actually feel it inside me as it is inside her. She begins to fuck herself with it and I swear, I feel each tantalisingly slow, beautiful, agonising thrust and the emptiness of each withdrawal. I’m panting with lust and desire. Every fibre in me wants to take the vibrator from her hand and fuck her with it. Perhaps even that isn’t an honest description. I want to rape her with it….to fuck her savagely, roughly….violently, even…Oh,……

She returns to her clit now, but her hole, opened as it has been and as aroused as she is, doesn’t fully close. I see into her a little, but the view for me is unnecessary since I know Emily’s sex so intimately I could draw you a picture of it worthy of da Vinci. 

It’s her face I watch now. Her eyes tightly squeezed together and her head beginning to roll from side to side. Now and then her tongue flicks out to moisten her lips, and I notice her hips are rotating now as well. She’s close. I know what she’s thinking of, because we agreed it beforehand. In her mind is me. Pure, simple, unadulterated me. Emily is masturbating thinking of me and my tongue on her clit.  

Her head lifts from the pillows of her hotel room bed and her chin tucks down. Her brow furrows and I know she is balancing right at the peak of ecstasy. Then, in total silence, she cums. I know she is crying out and I see my name on her lips. 

As she orgasms, I cum into the wet crotch of my panties….only the slightest movement of my hips was required and the orgasm is…..frightening in its ferocity. It slashes and tears at my flesh like the claws of a ravenous beast. On the screen, Emily is still cumming, the vibrator now deep inside her and she is riding it. Obscenities flow from her mouth, and I see her repeating “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I can see from her deep breath before each ‘Fuck me!” and the movement of her throat that she is screaming it. I wonder what the people in the next room are making of it? 

I find I want to squeeze every drop of girl cum from myself. For some reason, The Lovely Chris comes to mind…the time I asked him to masturbate for me, and at his climax it seemed to me that his body wanted to eject his semen as far as possible. I adopt the same mindset. I want to squirt. I want my girl cum arcing out of me like his semen that day. I want it to land on Emily’s tummy and preferably, her sex too. I feel it. I feel it jet into my panties, enraging the beast even more. 

On the TV screen, I see Emily curled up, already dozing that sleep that only comes from huge orgasms. I turn on my side and let my spirit join with hers.