P01E20

Howard said: “Just give her a few minutes, and you can play her some more. Do you want to take her in the ass now? Or maybe some more pain play? Nipple clamps look really cool on her, you know…”

“As a matter of fact, I’d like to explore her pussy a bit more. I don’t really know much about the anatomy of it, or of the way it should be treated to get it dripping. “

Howard made a grand gesture, and said: “But of course, study is always such a noble initiative! And we have the perfect place for just exactly that…”

Marcy served coffee, and Howard beckoned me to another bench. He laid Marcy down on her back on the black leather upholstery of the it, securing both her waist and neck with leather belts to it; then he raised her legs in the air, pushing them back above her head and spreading them, before securing them to wooden bars from the ceiling. Her arms were also raised, and secured to her ankles right above her head. Two more belts around her thighs, pulling them away to the outside, made sure that there was no way for her to close her legs; in fact, not much movement was possible at all. Her pussy was spread wide open, and raised up slightly from the bench as it was pulled upwards by the legs, while her waist was held down to the bench by the belt.

Howard stepped around the corner of the bench to her side, to leave me all the room I could possibly want. He took a nipple between two fingers and pinched it ever so gently, provoking a small shriek from her. Standing right in front of her, I couldn’t imagine that it was an accident that the bench was exactly the right height to match the altitude of my penis. Though he had been tucked up in my pants again, I could clearly feel his keen zest to participate in the proceedings again, without any complaints about the hard labor he had already carried out today. I told him his turn would come soon enough, but that he should shut up for now.

I noticed Marcy’s face, looking at me from between the raised legs. The strange mix of anxiety and eager anticipation in her expression was almost starting to become familiar.

I examined her pussy in more detail: the soft, shaven skin in the triangle between her thighs and her waist; the slightly sloping hill towards the double lining of the labia around the actual vulva; the hood at the top with the tiny clit peeping from underneath it; the dark shade where the sheath formed a steep descent into her body. The flesh inside the labia was bright pink, and it glistened from the juice accumulated before. She lay silent under my probing eye, only her slow, heavy panting was an indication of her state of mind, as Howard continued to play with her nipple. Both of them were waiting for my next move; and it was clear to everyone that it could be whatever I wanted.