Legally Obligated

by Amstel, Jenna

  Lance grunted and pressed Raisa against the window, her naked body molding against the sun-warmed glass. His hands and mouth played her flesh like a rare stringed instrument, touching, teasing and slapping her supple flesh until their bodies swayed in the motion of a slow, sensual dance.

  Only his reflection in the window revealed that Lance was somehow naked, his cut, olive-bronze body the texture of steel. He smiled at Raisa, his piercing eyes floating against the backdrop of light and shadow. He gripped her hips and bent her over until she almost reached the floor. She clutched at the glass to support herself, her palms leaving a trail of smudged prints.

  Muttering obscenities in English and Greek, Lance’s questing hands gripped her ass and spread it wide, revealing her ripe, shaved, juice-slicked pussy lips and the tight, quivering ring of her asshole. Kneading her firm cheeks, he alternately smacked one, then the other until the flesh began to glow a shell pink.

  Raisa whimpered and squirmed, feeling the stinging heat rise with each smart slap. Yet with each strike of his palm, she also felt a jet of juice ooze from her pussy, now aching to the point of pain.

  “I told you not to move,” Lance said in a voice husky with arousal.

  Raisa steeled herself for more smacks. Instead Lance dropped to his knees and began teasing her uncomfortably engorged clit with hungry fingers and tongue. Spreading her lips open until her hole helplessly gaped, Lance’s tongue took on a life of its own, slithering into every sticky fold and crevice like a serpent seeking shelter before deeply penetrating her.

  Uttering a feral cry, Raisa bucked so violently that she almost knocked Lance off balance. He responded by grinding her pussy against his face, then roughly tongue fucking her hole while slipping two fingers into her ass. Unaccustomed to the sensation, Raisa squirmed and clawed at the window, but Lance merely pumped her more aggressively, his fingers stretching her hole.

  Raisa inhaled the musky odor of juice, sweat and perfume. Every movement, every breath inflamed her sensitized flesh. Her breasts swayed like heavy gourds, her nipples sore from the grazing of Lance’s teeth. She panted for breath, realizing that the low keening resembling mating cats emanated from her own mouth.

  Through half-closed, watering eyes, she noticed the couple man the adjacent rooftop still raptly watching. Even from a distance Raisa could tell that the man was excited by the massive bulge in his pants. The woman watched with glassy eyes. Slowly, deliberately she licked her forefinger and slipped it into her mouth. The meaning was blatantly clear as she seemed to gaze directly at Raisa with a wanton smile.

  Raisa tried to speak, to offer some kind of resistance, but the mounting waves of pleasure building up in her core left her weak and speechless. Her legs trembled as her body tensed, then spasmed in the throes of an explosive orgasm so intense she banged her head against the window to an agonized chorus of cries.

  But even then there was no release. Still shuddering from her orgasm, Lance bent Raisa down until her palms touched the floor. He roughly kneed her thighs wide apart and impaled her pussy with his truncheon-hard cock. Pummeling her squelching, sopping wet meat deeper until it seemed to penetrate her womb, she writhed in pleasurable delirium, her moans increasing with Lance’s piston-like thrusting.

  Her body glowed with a sheen of sweat, her hair a whipping veil keeping pace with her furiously swinging breasts. She wanted Lance to stop but she also wanted him to continue, the passage of time slowing to only the acute pleasure of the moment. Drifting in and out of awareness, she felt the sensation of leaving her body.

  From a remote point of her consciousness, Raisa looked out the window. The couple had vanished, and now a bank of clouds drifted over the city, extinguishing the brightness of the day. She could only wonder how many others might be watching her rut like an animal, but she no longer cared as her fingers reached behind to stroke her clit while Lance relentlessly pounded her.

  His rhythmic grunting barely changed tempo as he withdrew from Raisa so abruptly that she almost lost her balance. Scrabbling at the window for purchase, she glimpsed the reflection of Lance spreading her ass and poising his cock at her twitching her hole. Raisa screamed as he drove his huge meat deep into her virgin ass. She was tight despite his juice-slicked cock, and the pressure of his thrusting brought tears to her eyes.

  Losing her grip against the window, she tumbled to the floor on her hands and knees. Undeterred, Lance continued the drive his cock in and out of her ass, his eyes fixed on the rhythm of her expanding and contracting hole gripping his flesh.

  Delirious, her face and knees pressed against the smooth texture of the floor, Raisa panted for breath as though she was in labor. Lance paused, groaned and jerked as he came explosively in her ass. Feeling his twitching flesh planted deep inside her, Raisa thrust and bucked until he withdrew, releasing a flood of hot, sticky cum that dribbled down her pussy and onto her thighs. Dazed, her throbbing asshole violently twitching, she collapsed to the floor to catch her breath.

  Flushed and sweating, Lance sat beside her and gently stroked her tangled hair. “What do you see now, Raisa? Can you finally answer the question?”

  Clasping her hands, he lifted her to her feet. She wobbled on jellied legs, and caught her unrecognizable reflection in the window.

  “Come with me,” Lance said, guiding her toward a series of doors until they reached the last one.

  Pushing open another beautifully inlaid paneled door, Lance led her into an amazing black, chrome and vitriolite bathroom softly backlit with deco lights and the natural illumination from a skylight. Standing her before a geometric mirror inlaid with mosaic tile, Raisa looked at her naked body.

  Lance casually draped her arms around her and pressed his lips close to her ear.

  “Now that we’ve stripped away the old Raisa, do you see the new Raisa emerging?”

  Raisa stared dispassionately at herself. Though disheveled and sweating, her flesh reddened from Lance’s hands and mouth, she saw a wildly raw and beautiful face and body reflected in the mirror.

  Lance’s fingers traced lazy circles around her engorged nipples, triggering an instant response in Raisa. He smiled and moved toward large mirrored spa-tub and turned on the multiple dolphin-headed taps. As warm water jetted out, he reached for an array of crystal jars on a nearby glass shelf. Selecting one with a floral stopper, he emptied rose scented salts into the churning water.

  “Rose for a lovely rosebud,” he said. “Soon to be a glorious rose in full bloom.”

  He extended his hand. Raisa took it and allowed him to guide her into the deep tub. The intoxicating aroma of wild rose filled the air, and as she settled against a head cushion, Lance turned on the jets. Soothed by the warm, bubbling water, she closed her eyes and felt the tension release from her body.

  ***

  Adrift in a dream, the sensation of hands caressing her body started Raisa into wakefulness. She glanced around, shocked to see the Asian woman, naked, sitting in the opposite end of the tub. Sipping a dirty Martini, the woman provocatively rolled the olive around on her tongue before eating it.

  The woman smiled, set the Martini aside on the ledge of the tub and drifted toward her through the now still water. Before Raisa could react, the woman straddled her, caressed her face and began deeply kissing her.

  Raisa tasted the residual of the Martini on her lips. Initially tensing up, she felt her resistance melt away as the woman’s hands and tongue explored her body. Slowly, she pressed her pussy against Raisa’s and began to gently rub. Raisa sighed, leaned back and closed her eyes, the woman’s sinuous movements and the sensation of her wet, silken skin arousing Raisa to fever pitch. The woman’s touch was everything she had imagined and more, as her body responded in a way no man had ever matched. It was as if the woman triggered dormant sensations from every nerve, every pore.

  Moaning softly, Raisa opened her thighs to the woman’s questing fingers that slid in and of her pussy and ass before teasing her swollen clit to an orgasm within seconds. Raisa buc
ked, the water sloshing in time with her body.

  The woman kissed her again before turning to Lance and the black man watching them beside the tub. She smiled, and without a word, took Raisa’s hands. Together they rose dripping from the water like sea nymphs.

  “Venus rising from the half shell,” Lance murmured, guiding them both out of the tub. The black man moved to gather towels, which he wrapped around Raisa and the woman, then he and Lance began to sensuously rub them dry. They then tossed the towels to the floor.

  Taking Raisa’s hands, the woman pulled her onto the towels and lay Raisa on her back. Straddling Raisa, she rubbed her pussy against Raisa while she whipped her with her wet mane of ebony hair. She raised Raisa’s wrists over her head with surprising strength and pinned them to the floor before she lowered her mouth to Raisa’s breasts and devoured them.

  Surrendering to the woman, Raisa writhed and whimpered beneath her. The woman stopped her mouth with her tongue, then rose, turned, and slid her ass toward Raisa until her gaping pussy hovered above her face. Spreading her legs wide, she lowered herself onto Raisa’s mouth until she gagged on scalding sweet flesh. Raisa gripped the woman’s pearly ass, spread it and guided her tongue deep inside her.

  She jerked as the woman parted her thighs and trailed her lips and tongue down her flesh. Without preamble, she spread Raisa’s painfully swollen pussy and scoured her with her tongue before slithering into her hole. Whimpering and bucking against the woman’s relentless tongue-fucking, Raisa had to force herself to focus on tongue fucking the woman’s pussy.

  Her tender flesh tasted of the sun and the sea. Though Raisa had never explored another woman’s body, the thought had always lingered at the back of her consciousness. There was something about the sensuality of the female body that had always illicitly appealed to her, though she never would have had the courage to take her desires beyond the realm of fantasy.

  Instead, she had furtively watched lesbian porn, her fingers bringing herself to climax after climax as she watched different scenarios involving two or more women. Though she had also been attracted to bisexual porn, something about the sensual beauty of naked women attracted her on a primal level almost more than she was attracted to men.

  Recalling some of the images that had most deeply aroused her, Raisa gave into the fantasies emerging from her mind and allowed herself to release her uncertainties and inhibitions. She and the woman writhed in unison as their tongues licked, caressed and deeply probed and penetrated each other. Raisa’s eyes closed, her body relaxing into the release that began to build from her impending orgasm.

  Lost in the sensations transporting her across an intense tide of pleasure, Raisa started at the sight of Lance and the man kneeling above them, huge black dildos in hand. Even as she continued to feast on the woman, Lance slid the dildo into the woman’s ass while the black man slid his dildo into Raisa’s ass. Both women jerked and writhed as the men worked the dildos deeper inside them.

  Raisa watched the dildo thrusting inches from her face, the woman’s ass consuming it down to the hilt while her hole twitched like an exotic flower. In turn, Raisa felt her own ass deeply stretched and penetrated, the glut of sensations breaking down the barriers of her body and mind until the only thing that mattered was the primal response of the orgasm that reduced her to shuddering cries that echoed throughout the bathroom.

  Through fluttering eyes, Raisa watched the dildo working the woman’s ass vanish, then felt the pressure of the dildo in her own ass release. Before she could catch her breath, Lance and the black man descended on her and the woman until their bodies writhed and coiled around each other like a serpent’s nest.

  Raisa could distinguish nothing beyond the feel of hands and mouths caressing and probing her sweat-slicked flesh and teasing her aching nipples into rigid buttons. Hands moved to spread her thighs, releasing a torrent of juice eagerly lapped by multiple tongues that thrust into her pussy like a cluster of batons. Another tongue snaked beneath her parted ass and slithered into her quivering hole. She cried out and bucked like a frenzied animal, but her response only fueled the intensity of her penetration.

  The black man murmured something repetitively in an unfamiliar language while Lance hoisted Raisa into a kneeling position above the man’s solidly muscled body her spread thighs could barely embrace. His hands gripped Raisa’s hips and guided her onto the man’s massive ebony cock while the woman caressed her breasts and sucked her nipples.

  Raisa struggled to engulf the thick head of the man’s cock as it deeply impaled her. She grimaced, his girth even larger than Lance’s and far bigger than any that had ever penetrated her before. Continuing to grip her hips, the man began to pump her slowly and rhythmically in time with his guttural cries.

  In the meantime, Lance knelt behind her, bent her forward until her breasts pressed against the man’s chest and slid his cock into her ass. Pumping her in the same cadence as the black man, the men sandwiched Raisa. She cried out and whimpered, the friction of thrusting cock against thrustig cock stoking an indescribably intense pleasure echoed by her moans.

  Moving as one body, Raisa could feel or hear nothing beyond raw physical pleasure. Through her half-closed eyes, she noticed the woman move in front of her and position herself doggy style above the black man. Lance pulled Raisa high enough for the woman to raise her ass to Raisa’s face.

  While the woman proceeded to kiss the man, Raisa reached out to part the porcelain globes of the woman’s ass. She stared at the juicy pink folds of her pussy unfolding like an exotic sea creature and at the stamen-like protrustion of her clit. Licking and sucking the tender meat, Raisa felt the heat emanate from the woman’s flesh and noted her jerky responses to the deep probing of her tongue.

  Sticky juice tricked from the woman’s hole, teasing Raisa’s tongue with its salty warmth. Raisa saturated her fingers with the nectar and trailed them to the woman’s asshole, first teasing and tickling the puckered hole that gaped and shut like a hungry mouth, and then inserting her fingers deep inside.

  The woman bucked and pressed her ass against Raisa’s fingers as they worked in and out of her hole. Raisa felt the woman’s jerky contractions grip and release, and responded by working all of her fingers inside her. The woman cried out, spurring Lance to abruptly withdraw from Raisa before she felt the release of her impending orgasm.

  Confused and disoriented, she felt Lance maneuver her onto her hands and knees while the black man rose and positioned the woman the same way beside Raisa.

  Lance and the man then knelt before Raisa and the woman, drew their heads towards their slick cocks and impaled their throats with their quivering meat.

  Amidst a chorus of moans and slurping, Raisa and the woman sucked and licked, their hands caressing the slapping balls of the men. A gagging Raisa raised her head from Lance’s cock and tried to gasp for breath, only to be pulled over to the glistening black cock of the man while Lance pulled the woman onto his juicy cock. Moments later, Lance and the man tensed and cried out as they came and pumped streams of jetting cum down the throats of both women.

  Panting, her body slick with sweat, Raisa had no time to catch her breath before Lance and the man knelt behind her and the woman and pushed them onto their hands and knees. Moving in slow motion, her senses disembodied from reality, Raisa felt the hardness of the marble beneath the damp towels and tried to rise above the sensual stupor that numbed her like a powerful drug.

  But Raisa’s attempts were useless, her body obeying as Lance and the man knelt behind her and the woman. Hands spread her thighs, exposing her bruised, dripping pussy. She jerked when she felt Lance’s tongue tease her painfully engorged lips in between short slaps to her ass. Beside her, the woman also moaned and swayed against the black man’s probing tongue and fingers.

  Back and forth they continued, bringing Raisa and the woman close to coming but stopping short of allowing their release. Raisa felt like she would explode, so intense was the exquisite ache mouting in her core
. Laughing softly, Lance rose, gripped her hips and drove his cock deep into her pussy. Her cries bordered on screams as he violently thrust.

  Raisa’s cries became a drawn out moan. Through her flailing, tangled hair, she glimpsed the woman beside her. Eyes tightly shut, her hands clawing the towels, her breasts swung wildly in time with the rhythm of the man’s hips. Moving as one, the contrast of black flesh pressed firmly against while resembled the yin and yang symbol.

  Flushed and lightheaded, Raisa thought she might faint until she finally felt the waves of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced erupt from her core like a tsunami. Her spasming body bucked wildly against Lance’s taut thighs and furiously slapping balls. Pounding the floor with her fists, her tensed body aching, Raisa’s cry merged with Lance’s strangled moans and the cries of the others until the room echoed with the primal scream of release.

  ***

  Reclining on a red and black silk divan facing the windows, Raisa watched the city lights twinkle to life beneath an indigo sky. A newborn crescent moon grinned against a backdrop of faint stars, vying with the flashing lights of a passing jet.

  Her gaze drifted to the randomly illuminated windows of adjacent buildings, each one a gateway into the lives contained behind the glass. Figures moved in some, their activities unconcealed by drapes of blinds, while edges of light merely escaped from windows blocked to the prying eyes of the night.