Immoral Views

by Kay Jaybee

  Izzy did as she was told, her hand pumping hard and fast, watching the head slide in and out of her hand. Liam was slick with pre-cum. Izzy looked up and her eyes met some stranger’s through the car window. She held his gaze as she jerked Liam off.

  “Look, baby, you can see his cock, it’s practically pressed up against the window,” she said.

  Liam watched fascinated as the guy worked his own cock in time with Izzy’s hand.

  “I really wanna fuck you, Iz,” Liam moaned. “I wanna show them how I fuck my girl.”

  “Make them jealous,” Izzy whispered.

  Liam nodded, stroking her clit again and making her whimper. “It’s so hot knowing that they’re getting off on watching us,” he said.

  “Slide my seat as far back as it will go,” Izzy said.

  Liam grabbed the handle, shooting them backwards, opening up some space between them and the dash. He struggled to push his tracksuit further down his legs then climbed over and on top of Izzy. She stretched her arms above her head, wriggling up the seat as far as she could, moving her thighs so that Liam was pushed up hard against her. She could feel the hot tip of his cock pushing against her, his pre-cum mixing with her slickness, his body squashing her into the seat.

  With a grunt he lifted himself up onto his palms and thrust hard into her. The car was small and there was very little room to move, but Izzy pushed up against him as his crotch pushed down onto her clit. Every thrust rubbed her, and she talked dirty to him, filling his ear with what she wanted him to do to her.

  “Izzy,” he moaned as he kissed her over and over, “I want you on top. I want to watch your tits bouncing as you fuck me. I want them to see you, your pussy sliding up and down my cock.”

  As he spoke he moved off her and she scooted out from under him. She looked out of the window and there were even more guys than there had been before.

  Liam lay back and pulled her onto him. She hovered over his dick, teasing the head with her sticky slit, sliding down a little then pulling back. He was moaning, his eyes shut, hands on her hips desperate to be back inside her.

  “Izzy, you fucking tease,” he whispered, “get that tight little cunt on my dick now or I will slap your ass.”

  Izzy gave in and slid down onto him, her breasts covering his face as she fell forward until he caught her and held her up, holding her as she bounced up and down on his thick shaft. She locked eyes with an older guy who was looking in through the back window. Struggling to focus as waves of pleasure pulsed through her, she watched the stranger fucking his hand as he watched her bucking and writhing in Li’s lap.

  “Slap me,” she moaned. “You can’t tease and not deliver.”

  “You like a little pain, don’t you baby….” and his hand came down hard across her bare bum.

  She squealed and he spanked her again as she ground onto his prick. Each blow warmed her bottom, the warmth spreading between her legs and into her clit. She could feel the beginnings of her orgasm with a flutter in her belly. Liam’s cock was nudging the spot inside which always pushed her over the edge and as his hand landed on her ass again, she tensed around him, throwing back her head and screaming his name.

  “Oh fuck!....Liam…..oh fuck….I’m cumming baby….” she moaned.

  “I can feel you babe,” he said in a strained whisper as her pussy pulsed around his cock. “That’s it….cum all over me.”

  He pulled her forward, her bum in the air, so that anyone at the front of the car could see her throbbing around his cock as he slid it in and out of her, faster and faster, building up to his own release. Her orgasm seemed never ending as he clutched her hips and pulled her down hard, his cock spurting a stream of hot sticky cum deep inside her as she kissed him over and over.

  Izzy slumped on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her. All around they could hear the moans and sighs of the men who were watching. One by one they came, some shooting their jism onto the car window. Liam looked at Izzy and they giggled.

  “That’s gonna be a nightmare to get off. How am I gonna explain that down the car wash?” Liam grinned.

  The guys disappeared into the night and Izzy sat up. She ran her fingers through her hair. Liam still had his cap on.

  “You take me to all the best places,” she giggled

  “Shit we didn’t get any pictures!”

  “Let’s go back to yours, baby,” she said. “I wanna go watch porn and have you all to myself this time.”

  “I love you, Izzy,” Liam said, kissing her hard as she got dressed.

  She wrapped her arms around him. “I know, baby,” she whispered. “I know.”

  But he wasn’t Caleb. No one would ever be Caleb.

  London, England: Present day

  Izzy tried to focus as Victor introduced her to the small group of people. She recognised some of them from the party where she had won her invitation. As she shook hands with a beautiful red head she caught sight of the gorgeous guy at the bar again. He was dressed as a lion, his mask a sinister snarl, his eyes the same piercing blue as Caleb’s as he held her gaze. His costume consisted of a soft leather loincloth, his body was tanned and oiled, his muscles defined and elegant and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Every inch of him looked familiar and she wanted to go over there and take off his mask to prove to herself that it wasn’t him. No matter what else happened tonight, Izzy knew she wanted him, even if it was only because of the similarity to the first man she’d ever wanted, the only man who had made her feel whole.

  Izzy turned away momentarily and when she looked back he had gone, disappearing into the crowd. Smiling at everyone, she sat down in the booth and sipped her champagne, watching a rather large, pale, middle aged man, whom she thought she may have recognised from the back pages of Tatler magazine, as he received a vigorous blow job from a woman who was clearly enjoying giving it to him. He lay back on the bed propping himself up to watch his own impressive cock disappear into her red lipsticked mouth. Izzy watched as the woman sank onto him over and over, her tiny mouth seeming almost too small to accommodate him but managing it all the way down to his balls every time. People were openly touching each other, most of them naked, and Izzy felt a little overdressed as she wondered if she should disrobe. Then she felt soft fingers sliding up her leg, and turned to see the red head smiling at her. The girl had removed her clothes; her breasts high and tight, the nipples dark pink in the candlelight. Izzy smiled back, letting her thighs part a little as the girl’s fingers reached the hem of her dress which had ridden up to expose her tanned flesh. Her eyelids fluttered shut as the woman’s fingers slid further up and stroked delicately across her pussy, slick with juices. Izzy opened her legs wanting to feel her cool fingers inside her.

  As she did so, she felt someone behind her. Her dress was unzipped and warm, rough hands slid it down over her breasts, cupping them gently, thick fingers squeezing and rolling her nipples. The redhead slipped a finger inside her, the cool welcome against the heat of her soaking pussy, before she added another as Izzy pushed against her. Izzy closed her eyes and gave herself up to the sensations flowing over her. She became aware that the redhead was not the only one touching her and she arched up against another hand as it brushed over her clit, dancing softly over the aching nub making her cry out, desperate for them to stroke her. She felt hands lifting her and she opened her eyes, realising that she was being carried to the central bed in the middle of the group. The man and his blowjob had disappeared back into the crowd and she was placed gently onto the soft mattress. Her dress was removed completely and she lay spread-eagled in front of them, revelling in all of them watching her, drinking in her beautiful body, her nipples hard and her pussy glistening in the candlelight. She closed her eyes again as someone took hold of her ankles and she felt soft leather restraints being buckled around them. She pulled and heard a chain clink. As the second restraint was strapped on, she felt hot bre
ath between her thighs and a tongue slid slowly along her honeyed lips. She was desperate to feel a mouth against her, a tongue or fingers inside her and she bucked upwards finding nothing.

  Her hands were pulled upwards and restrained in the same way as her ankles, and she struggled against them to see how tight they were. Each time she moved, the leather rubbed against her skin adding an exquisite sensation of pain to the pleasure. These people knew what they were doing and Izzy felt her pussy flood again in anticipation. Above her was a mirror set into the ceiling and she wondered with a jolt of excitement if it was a two-way mirror. Were there people up there watching what was going on? The idea of it turned her on even more and the exhibitionist in her came out. She moaned and writhed on the bed, pulling against the restraints as she felt the leather fingers of a cat o’ nine tails being teased between her legs. The whip was brought down across her thighs and she gasped, opening them further, begging to feel the leather against her pussy. It lashed down again, still gentle, catching the sensitive skin on her inner thigh. But Izzy wanted more. Hands slid over her breasts, teasing her nipples; hot, wet mouths sucking them in and the whip came down again, this time hitting its target, the sting of its leather tassels straight onto her aching pussy. She squealed as the leather slapped against her twice more, and then moaned as the burning sting was replaced with an ice cube. She couldn’t see who was between her legs as a man straddled her chest, his long thick cock erect, pushing it between her lips and into her mouth. She sucked and licked enthusiastically as he eased in and out of her, hands stroking her everywhere, the ice melting slowly, dripping between the cheeks of her ass as it was played around the opening of her cunt. She felt it slide slowly into her pussy, chilling every millimetre it touched until it was deep inside, joined by what felt like at least four fingers, while someone else lapped at her clit, teasing her into submission.

  She looked up into the mirror, watching herself as she was taken by all these strangers. Fingers slid inside her, trailing across her breasts, teasing her nipples, mouths were all over her, kissing, licking, and sucking. She saw a woman open a case and pull out a long thin dildo and pour lube all over it. She hoped desperately it was for her. She was so close to orgasm. Her legs were held open as the woman approached with the dildo strapped to a leather restraint around her crotch. She knelt in front of Izzy, slackening her leg restraints and pushing her ankles up to her knees, exposing her completely. She let the cold lube dribble down over Izzy’s pussy and into her tight asshole which twitched as the cold liquid touched it. Izzy was moaning as she waited for the imminent penetration, her cunt pulsing as the solid tip of the dildo pushed against her. The lube and her own juices had made her entrance extremely accommodating and the woman slid inside her easily, the watching crowd sighing with pleasure. Then the redheaded girl produced a tiny bullet vibrator which she held against Izzy’s clit, sliding it up and down, teasing her as she gasped, her pussy being fucked vigorously by the strap-on.

  She had never been taken like this before, her hands grabbing at the mattress as she pulled against the restraints, her cries muffled by the cock in her mouth and she gave herself up to the pure pleasure.

  The knowledge that everyone in the room was watching her, and possibly others through the mirror, tipped her over the edge, her whole body stiffening as she felt her orgasm build inside her, until she was crying out, shaking as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through her. When at last she was spent, they pulled back and Izzy lay on the bed exhausted, her body tingling as the group turned to each other, desperate to have their own release after watching Izzy’s.

  She was unbuckled and she slowly sat up, rubbing her wrists and ankles to get the feeling back in them. The strap-on was discarded on the edge of the bed and, looking at it, she was reminded of another of her kinky boyfriends, another one who wasn’t quite Caleb. She remembered the time they’d played with a strap-on, and as she pulled her dress back on and headed over to the bar she let her thoughts drift to the threesome they’d had that night.

  London, England: 6 years earlier

  Izzy was almost asleep. It was gone midnight and she was exhausted. Chris still wasn’t home from his night out with the guys. But she couldn’t sleep properly until he was home. She knew he’d be tipsy, and he’d end up waking her up whether he meant to or not. So there didn’t seem to be much point in sleeping until Chris returned. It was getting late though, and she didn’t think she could stay awake for much longer. Maybe he’d come in quietly tonight. She yawned and snuggled further under the duvet.

  As she tried to sleep she remembered the first time they’d met. He was the younger brother of one of the girls at the university. She’d picked him specifically because he was exactly the same number of years younger than her, than she was younger than Caleb. Obsessed much? He’d reminded her of Caleb as he was on that first night she’d watched him in the garage with Suzy. Chris was cheeky, self-assured and knew the ladies loved him. He was also as into the kinky side of life as she was and it was a perfect match. She could pretend she was with Caleb, and he got to shag his older sister’s mate and brag about it in the pub.

  About an hour later she was ripped from her dreams as Chris crept “silently” into bed, wriggling under the covers, tossing his pillows around and shushing himself loudly. Izzy opened her eyes and glared at him.

  “Sorry,” he whispered loudly. “I thought I was being quiet. I’m a little bit drunk, babe.”

  “I can tell,” she said, trying to push him away. “You smell like the pub.”

  “We had the best time tonight.”

  “Save it for the morning, you noisy idiot,” she murmured, turning over and trying to get back to sleep.

  “But I met this guy,” Chris said. “I’ve been talking to him all night and he said he’d be up for that threesome you wanted.”

  Izzy rolled over and leaned up on her elbow. “Tell me more,” she said. “What did he look like? What did he say? I need all the explicit details.”

  Chris leaned up on his elbow too, wobbling slightly, and grinned at her. “His name’s Dan. He’s about 5’10”-ish, like me.”

  Izzy raised her eyebrow and he laughed.

  “Shut up, I am nearly 5’10”! Anyway we talked about the gym and he can bench-press more than me, so he’s got to be as ripped as I am under his t-shirt.”

  Izzy giggled and shoved him playfully.

  “What? I am ripped. Check this out.” Chris pulled back the duvet exposing his taut stomach and flexed his abs.

  “Mmmm, oh yes, so you are,” she said, leaning down and pressing her lips to his heated skin. “You smell gorgeous,” she said. “All man and beer.”

  His eyes were closed and he lay back as her lips trailed down towards his boxers.

  “Don’t stop talking,” she said, nipping the soft skin at the edge of his shorts. “I want to hear all about Dan, and what he’s going to do with us.”

  She could smell the faint musky smell of his cock as she ran her tongue around the elasticated top of his shorts, making him moan. He shoved his shorts down roughly, exposing the thick shaft, pushing it forward towards her mouth.

  “Ah, ah…. Tell me more about this guy and then you’ll get your reward.” Izzy pushed him back and commanded, “Talk. Now.”

  Chris struggled against her then gave in. “He stood really close to me all night. When he spoke to me, he leaned in, whispering right against my ear.”

  Izzy ran her fingers through the rough curly hair that surrounded his erection, dropping tiny kisses on his hip bone. She teased him, kissing around the base of his cock, smiling as he pushed up against her cheek.

  “Did it make you hard? Did he touch you?”

  “His hand kept brushing against mine,” he murmured. “His skin was hot and dry. I was thinking about what it would feel like to have his hands on my cock.”

  “Like this?” Izzy whispered, sliding her hand around h
im. Chris nodded, biting his bottom lip.

  “Would he be rough with you, or would he take it slow?”

  She jerked her hand up and down roughly on his cock the way she knew he liked, then stroked him slowly. As she did she crawled up his body, trailing her tongue over his stomach and up over his chest, stopping to suck a nipple into her mouth. She pressed herself into him as she continued to jerk him off.

  “Would he crush you against him? Would he kiss you?” she asked him, watching his face as he thought about each question, the images in his head making him even harder.

  “He’d go down on his knees and suck me off,” Chris said, looking up at her. “You’d watch him do it, and it’d turn you on.”

  Izzy moaned thinking about it. “Do you think he would be up for it? Would he let me fuck him? Or would he watch me fucking you?”

  “I told you, you keep that fucking strap-on away from me,” Chris said, scooting up on his elbows and laughing. “There is no way he’s watching you fuck me!”

  Izzy pouted at him and he smiled.

  “I happen to know that it’s one of Dan’s fantasies, though. He told me he wants to bend over and let a chick take him like a girl, so I guess he’d be more than happy to let you fuck him with your fat cock.”

  Izzy closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure. “When can he come over?” She slipped down between his legs, the duvet sliding off the end of the bed. Flicking out her tongue, she grazed the end of his dick as she squeezed his shaft.

  Then she stopped and looked up at him. “How the hell did you manage to have this conversation with some stranger in a pub?” She grinned. “How do you even start a conversation like that?”

  Chris gasped as she swirled her tongue around him, her hot mouth engulfing him in one go. His fingers clutched at the sheet as he tried to answer. Izzy kept up the pressure on his cock, stroking his balls as she sucked him. She breathed in the soft musky scent of his skin. She imagined him standing naked, with Dan on his knees in front of him, his cock in Dan’s mouth; and her fingers went between her own legs, finding her clit, stroking herself. She got a flashback to Caleb in the garage, different girls on their knees in front of him, the way his face looked as he came. She’d seen Chris’s face a hundred times more but it was Caleb’s that she could see when she closed her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut against the mental image, trying to focus on what Chris was saying.