Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I stand up and begin to slide my top up my torso. The hem reaches the bottom of my bra and I slowly turn around. I toss the top to the side and reach from the clasp of my black bra.
“Jeans next,” Marshall commands.
I look over my shoulder at him. He has my phone out and is taking pictures with it now.
“Jeans. When the jeans are off you will turn around. Slowly.”
I do as he says, sliding the tight jeans down my thighs feeling my own fingers running down my skin. I am starting to feel very warm and aware of the eyes on my ass when I bend down to finish removing my jeans. Turning around as slowly as I can, I am suddenly very aware that my room no longer has a door and anyone could walk by and see me standing in my black lace bra and panties, Marshall and Justin feet from me watching my every move.
“Pull the top of your bra down and show us how hard your nipples are. Demonstrate,” Marshall commands.
I obey.
“Pinch them for us,” he continues. “Look at me Caroline. Do you like how it feels when your nipples are pinched?”
Marshall’s voice dominates my thoughts.
Looking him deep in the eyes as I pinch my nipples, my breath catches in my throat. I nod my head to respond, words hard to come by as my mouth runs dry.
“Tell me your nipples are hard, Caroline. Tell me it feels good to pinch your sexy fucking nipples.”
“I like feeling my hard nipples, it feels good to pinch them,” I respond. I blush.
Marshall captures another picture of me saying how good it feels to pinch myself.
“Good, because I want to tug your perky fucking tits. Just looking at them makes me want to come all over them. You like making my cock hard, don’t you?”
Justin’s mouth is ever so slightly open as if he is imagining sucking my stiff nipples and tasting my skin. I think he is in agreement with Marshall.
Their desire makes heat pool even hotter in my belly, lust coiling my muscles and breathing over my skin.
“Good girl. Turn back around, and take those panties off. When they are off you can turn back to us and toss them to Justin. Give him something to do while you show us how naughty you can be.”
I again do as he says, but I take my time this time. When I am facing away from them I run my hands up and down my ass and thighs not quite hooking my thumbs on my panties to pull them down.
“Panties, Caroline,” Marshall scolds.
I finally slip my thumbs into the fabric and slip them off. I turn back around quickly and toss the lace to Justin.
He snatches them from the air and brings them to his nose for a deep sniff.
“Good girl. Now in this first picture you have your foot up on the side of the bathtub, use the bench at the end of the bed and show us your lovely slit Caroline.” Marshall continues taking pictures still with my phone.
I put my foot up on the bench and expose my pussy to their hungry eyes.
“Now I don’t think you need me to walk you through the next steps lovely, you start showing us how naughty you are and I will give you hints as you go.”
I run my fingers lightly along my pussy lips feeling the warm dampness.
Except for when Arsen walked in on me, I have never touched myself with someone watching.
I feel nervous and excited. One finger slips inside my pussy and Marshall steps in closer with the camera phone, he kneels in front of me to get a better view. I slide a second finger in and start slowly stroking in and out.
“You should play with your tits too. You have such lovely, sensitive nipples Caroline. Fuck yourself while you play with your tits.”
I do as Marshall says and look over at Justin, his mouth is still open my panties held in both hands just below his face. His tongue traces his lips and I close my eyes.
“Now later in these pictures you are on the floor, time to lay down naughty girl. Lay down and fuck yourself with three fingers.”
I slide to the floor and add another finger to my sopping wet cunt. Marshall is standing over me still taking pictures. Sometimes he is over my face sometimes I can feel his breath against my thigh as he takes a close up picture of my fingers working my pussy.
“Use that other hand on your clit now pretty girl, go slowly.” My hand darts down to my clit and begins quick circles my breath coming faster. I can feel myself edging towards orgasm.
“Slowly,” corrects Marshall and I slow my hand, I slide away from coming feeling the buildup coming stronger.