by Jamie Knight
Ray watched me the whole time and when I got close enough, I could see that my little show had really turned him on. His cock was rock-hard.
“On your knees, pet,” he ordered, totally serious.
I knew sex acts were illegal on this nude beach, but that didn’t stop me from following Ray’s orders. My knees hit the dirt in front of his lounge chair, and I reached for his shaft. Tracing my fingers up his length, I watched Ray’s face. His breath sped up and he shivered slightly.
I pulled at the skin on his cock, pumping him, while I held his gaze and begged him with my eyes to order me more. I licked my lips.
“Suck me, pet,” he ordered.
My pussy ached at his words and I knew my juices were flowing. There were a few murmurs at my back. I knew people were turning; I knew people were watching. Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I took Ray’s length and pounded his dickhead into the back of my throat.
Shivers ran through my body. Maybe the Greek cops would come. Maybe they wouldn’t. Either way, it wouldn’t matter. Ray would just pay them off or we would pay a fine. The thought of being hauled away in handcuffs sent another thrill through me. I clamped my lips down on Ray’s rod and sucked hard.
I twisted my tongue around his length, tracing designs, laying my tongue flat on his shaft and twitching it. Ray moaned with pleasure, loudly. His thighs tightened beneath my hands and his hips started to rock.
“That’s a good pet,” he whispered. “You suck me so good, but that’s not how I want to come today. I’m going to fuck that tight pussy of yours in front of all these people. Does that make you wet, pet?”
I pulled my mouth off his cock and looked up at him. “Yes, sir,” I moaned. “Please fuck me. I’m so wet for you.”
“Get up on your chair and show me—and everyone here—how wet you are.”
I did as he ordered, crawling up onto my lounge chair on my hands and knees and opening my legs wide. Everyone could see my glistening pussy; my juices had even begun to run down my thighs. I shook my ass a little, begging with my body for Ray to take me quick and stick his ten-inch shaft in my tight hole.
“Fuck me, sir. Please,” I begged. “You make me feel so good.”
Ray stood and moved to the back of my chair just behind my ass. He slid a hand up the outside of my thighs, over my rump, and then pulled back. His hand slammed into my ass cheek in a hard spank that made my whole body shake. Pain blossomed and I knew my delicate skin was turning red. My breath caught in my throat, waiting in anticipation for the next spanking.
It came, Ray’s hand hitting hard on my flank. He spanked me over and over till my skin was almost raw and I was shaking. His hands ran over the red skin, down my butt cheeks to my lower lips where he felt how wet and ready I was. One of his huge fingers slid inside me causing me to shutter and buck back for more. In response, Ray spanked me again.
“I need your cock,” I begged. “Please fill me, sir.”
Ray pulled his finger out of my wetness. My pussy ached to be filled. And then I felt it, he took his cockhead and rubbed it along my folds, taking my juices onto his shaft and using them as lube. His rounded head parted my lips and pushed in.
The girth of his heavy cock stretched out my walls. Ray inched in, deliriously slowly, letting me feel every inch of his shaft as it rubbed my pussy and parted my lips. Soon he was hitting my cervix and filling me up to the core.
My pussy gripped him hard and twitched around him. Then, he started to thrust. Ray pulled back just a few inches and then slammed into me again. The next time, he pulled back further almost till his glorious length was free of my pussy—keeping just the tip in—and then slammed the whole thing into me again.
My body and breasts swung with his movement. I grabbed onto the wooden supports of the chair beneath me and gripped them hard. Ray fucked me roughly. He knocked the air out of my lungs and punished my pussy till it was aching and raw.
I kept my eyes closed, but I heard the comments around us. There where whispers of shock, catcalls, and the snapping sounds of a few photos being taken. It all just fueled my desire and Ray’s.
My husband was panting hard. His hips hit mine with all the strength he had as he pleasured himself with my flesh. My stomach was tight. The tingles that came up from my pussy ran through my spine. I was going to come soon and come hard.
Ray’s hands gripped my hips and his fingers scratched into my skin. I would be tender tomorrow, but it would all be worth it.
One of the tourists screamed, “Oh my God! What are they doing?!” and it sent me over the edge.
I came and squirted out my juices onto Ray’s strong thighs.
“Oh my God!” I screamed. “I’m coming! I’m coming!”
My pussy quivered and clamped down on Ray’s cock. His length strained into me, pushing my pussy walls back, and filling me with an exquisite sensation of pleasure. Then he came too.
My tall, strong husband filled my pussy with his cum, his seed. It was warm and wet in my pussy and he kept pumping in and out of me until cum spilled down my legs. Ray grunted and his cock strained again, giving me another thrust and spurt of his essence.
I shook on my hands and knees. My eyes blinked and I felt a heavy sensation to roll over and fall asleep.
Ray gave me one final spank. He pulled out, letting a torrent of cum run down onto my lounge chair. But I didn’t care, I was too blissful, too aching with pleasure and aftershocks.
I turned and slouched down into my chair, putting a hand over my face to shield my suddenly sensitive eyes from the sunlight.
That’s when the sirens started. The police were coming. I felt another quiver run through my body. I was excited and ready to go again.
This new world of debauchery that Ray had shown me…it was worth it. He and I were two of a kind.
Extended Epilogue - Eileen
My newest platform heels were red. Bright, metallic red, not a dull or deep red. It was the kind of color that drew the eye and I loved them. As Ray and I walked down the street on the night of our first performance, I could see the heels reflecting the street lights. They would catch the eyes of passersby and draw their gaze to my very long and sexy legs. Legs that I was fully comfortable showing now, even all the way up to my thighs.
I swung my hips a little more and let the ruffle on my leather skirt swing. My whole outfit was new: a corseted bustier with red and silver accents, leather micro skirt, and a leather jacket. I felt good. I felt sexy and it was time to take my place at The Dark Club.
The bounder at the door cleared the crowds away so we could pass. As I strutted by, he tipped his hat to me and gave me a big smile.
“Nice to see you, Mrs. Silver,” he said. I remembered that his name was Billy.
I gave him a wink. “You’re about to see a lot more of me, Billy.”
The big man blushed, and I laughed. Ray rolled his eyes and pulled me into the club. We had come ready to perform, so there was no need for a dressing room. Ray waved his hand at the DJ. The man nodded and stopped the dance music. A hush fell over the crowd. They knew what was coming, that was why most of them were here tonight.
A blush of excitement rose to my cheeks, but I didn’t cover my face. I held my head high as the spotlight found us.
“And now, the most tantalizing show in all of America,” the DJ announced. “Hold on to your cocks and pussies folks. It’s Saturday night and that means that Mr. Silver and his pet are here!”
The crowd roared their approval. Ray and I took a little bow. The music to our sex show started and I let the beat take over my body, swinging my hips and letting my long pony-tail flop from shoulder to shoulder. I looked around and made eye contact with people in the crowd. Their gazes were heated. It felt like every single person in The Dark Club wanted me and I was going to show them everything that I had.
Ray and I strutted to the stage. We both took off our leather jackets and dropped them to the ground. Ray was bare chested; his s
culpted pecs and abs had been oiled and they glistened under the stage lights. There were whistles and gasps from the people in the audience. My husband smiled at them all. He ran his hands up and down his body sensually, urging on the crowd’s desire.
I watched his hands dip down under the waist of his leather pants. My pussy started to ache in response. The crotch of his pants was bulging; his ten-inch cock was getting ready to plow me in his favorite way—in front of a jealous audience.
My nipples went hard at the thought. They rubbed against the top of my corset, begging to be freed, but I had to wait until Ray told me to. I was a good pet, now, an obedient pet.
Ray turned to me. His hands caressed my face and he brought me in for a gentle kiss. His lips were delicate on mine, oddly sweet, and I started to wonder what he was doing. Soon he pushed me back and gave me a snarky smile.
“On your knees, pet,” he ordered.
I dropped immediately, not caring how hard my knees hit the wooden floor of the stage. I liked a little pain with my pleasure. I looked up at Ray with a sultry smile. Whatever he wanted I would do it. What ever task he had, I would take it.
He walked behind me and pulled over a short post. Attached to the post was a set of shackles.
“Arms up,” he ordered.
I complied, raising my hands up over my head. My wrists were locked into the restraints. I couldn’t reach forward or let my arms down. I was trapped, kneeling in front of the audience.
“Are you wearing any panties, pet?” Ray asked.
“No, sir,” I answered. Heat was flowing through my body and my words were breathless.
“Spread your legs.”
I did so. My tiny skirt hitched up over my thighs leaving my bare pussy exposed to the audience. Seeing them look at me made me wet. I wanted to play with myself, but I couldn’t because of the restraints.
“Do you like having all of these nice people look at your wet pussy, pet? Ray asked. He ran a hand down from my shoulder to my left breast.
“Yes,” I breathed, as he traced patterns on my skin. I was so sensitive to his touch. It was almost like fire.
Ray reached into my bustier and pulled out both my breasts. My nipples were hard and aching. He ran his fingers around them, pinched them, and then flicked them slightly. I leaned into his touch.
“Have you been a good pet?” he asked.
I smiled up at my husband. “Yes, but I want to be punished anyway.”
Ray smiled and his blue eyes turned hot. “Oh, I’m going to punish you, pet. I’m going to make you scream with my cock in your mouth.”
I bit my lip. My pussy was aching wildly now. I wanted him to get on with it. I was so ready for his cock.
Bending down, Ray undid the lacing at the back of my corset. He pulled the material away, exposing my whole torso. He carelessly dropped it to the stage. Next, he pulled a box towards him, opened it, and revealed a pair of silver nipple clamps.
My breath came in pants. I had never tried clamps before, but I knew what they were after Ray had shown me some on one of his websites. Ray knelt before me. Leaning down, he took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked it hard. The already sensitive bud became harder. I felt jolts of electricity go from it to my pussy.
Ray pulled back and replaced his mouth with the clamp. It stung and hurt at first, but then it started to ache in the best way possible. My husband did the same with the next nipple. Soon both of my nipples were clamped down hard. The feelings of electricity were a continuous loop from my nipples to my pussy. I found my hips bucking and pushing my increasingly wet pussy open for the crowd to see.
I looked at the audience. There were a few people kissing, some already fucking, but most were sitting with their partner or partners and stroking one another. So many eyes filled with desire looked into my own. Their attention made me quiver.
The next tool Ray pulled out of the box was a fat, silver vibrator. He ran the rod up and down my open pussy lips, getting it wet with my juices. I waited for him to push it into my pussy, keeping my eyes of the audience, but he dropped it lower and rammed it into my asshole.
I jumped and pain shot through me, but in the next second, the vibrator was on and buzzing the walls of my asshole.
“Oh my God!” I shrieked.
I had never had anything down there before. My ass was still a virgin. The fat vibrator pushed my asshole open. It was beyond a tight fit, but the vibrations felt so good that my whole body was shaking with pleasure. My pussy was juicing down my thighs and down the inside of my butt cheeks.
From the box, Ray pulled out another vibrator. This one was a rabbit with the attached clit stimulator. I knew where it was going, and my pussy ached with anticipation. Ray slid it inside of me and flipped it on to its highest setting.
I was pinned and impaled. Both of my holes were filled and buzzing. I moaned and let my head flop from side to side. My stomach strained; my ab muscles were so tight. The vibrations on my clit were almost too much. I held back on coming, but it was hard. I was so close.
There was a gasp from the crowd. I turned to see that Ray had taken off his leather pants. He was fully nude and fully erect. One of his hands pumped his long, thick cock. It was already straining and precum was dripping from its tip.
He didn’t have to order me. I didn’t need the words. I just opened my mouth and pleaded for him to stick every inch of him down my throat.
Ray grinned at me. He looked over my bound and shaking body, pleased with his work.
“Turn your head, pet,” he ordered. “I want the patrons to see you come.”
Keeping my mouth open, I turned to the side. His cock brushed my lips as he teased me, then he thrust it into my mouth. He was warm and solid against my cheeks. I sucked him hard, letting drool run down my chin and onto my breasts.
I was quivering; my whole body was alive with sensation. I could feel the tingles building in my pussy and clit. I felt like my eyes were crossing and I got lightheaded.
Ray sensed how close I was. He didn’t go slow. Hands grasping my jaw, he plunged in and out of my lips. Hard, fast, and rough, he fucked my mouth. I kept sucking as best I could. Drool was everywhere. It sloshed out of my mouth and onto the stage.
“Come, Pet!” Ray ordered.
As I came, he did too. Spurt after spurt of hot, salty cum hit my mouth and throat. I drooled it out as he kept pumping my face. It dropped down my chin and all over my body.
I didn’t care that I was covered in cum and spit. My orgasm hit me hard. My pussy clamed around the vibrator so hard that it popped the thing out. It pulsed in full view of the audience and squirted my juices of desire everywhere. The feeling of tingles and heat ran through my body, hitting me like a wave. With Ray’s cock still pumping into my throat, I screamed and choked.
The crowd cheered so hard they shook the building. Their pleasure made me come again further wetting the stage.
Slowly, Ray slid out of my mouth. I slumped, tried and blissful against my restraints. My eyes were heavy, but I looked out over the club…over my club. Everyone was fucking. Ray and I’s desire had feed the crowd. I loved it and felt so sexy. Nothing was better than this.
THE END
Good Pet
His Pet Series Book 5
Copyright © 2019; Jamie Knight
All rights reserved.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
This book has some dark parts and comes with a trigger warning for abuse and sexual assault. It has no cliffhanger, a very happily ever after and plenty of steam.
Chapter One - Melissa
Not born a woman of habit or routine, I’ve become one.
I’ve changed just about as much as a woman can change.
I’ve become more responsible, more committed to a “career” and to what I can make out of my life than I ever was while I was in school or at other times in my past.
And on days like today, w
here I’m waiting for my boyfriend to call me before I head off to another great day at work (how many people can say that, am I right?), I get to thinking about how my outer world is a reflection of my inner one.
I live in New York, in a rather swanky part of Manhattan and in an even swankier condo. It’s one I bought with my own money, and furnished with the finest, most modern furniture I could find.
It’s all sleek and fun to look at, but it’s also comfortable. One of my most favorite pieces is my computer desk and chair combo. It’s curvy, and black, with silver designs and it’s the perfect match for my high-end laptop.
All of this is a far cry from how I grew up, and from where I was just ten years ago. I was in London, England, and in a less than desirable part of town.
I know that London sounds romantic. It always does to Americans or people who haven’t grown up there.
Yes, for sure, it’s beautiful. Yes, for double sure, it has history unlike anywhere on the planet Earth, but like all things with history, that’s not always a good thing.
Sometimes it’s a reminder that things aren’t what they should be, or that they could be better than they are. Very often, it’s not worth holding onto the past.
History can chain you up and hold you prisoner to it before you even realize that’s what happened. This is one of the reasons — aside from not being able to get a job in my home country — that I ended up coming to the United States, and ultimately, to Manhattan.
I wanted to broaden my horizons. I wanted to go someplace with a different kind of history and a different vibe. A place that was wider open or more unpredictable.
At first, my parents weren’t thrilled at all with my moving to America. Especially since that move was necessitated by the fact that I couldn’t seem to get any employers in London to pay me much attention.