Page 16 of The Facilitator: Part 3
I released her arms first and then her legs. Before she fell, I carried her to the bench and laid her on her back. She was sideways on to the window that time. Her legs hung off the sides of the bench and I pulled her down toward me. That was why I wanted the heels, her hips were raised off the bench and at a perfect height for me to fuck her.
While she ran her fingers over her pussy, I pulled my shirt over my head. I slid my trousers off and wrapped my hand around my cock. I reached under her and raised her farther, teasing her clitoris while she stroked. When I entered her she sighed. She was hot and tender, swollen and wet. Her pussy was home for me.
I moved slowly, pulling out as far as I could, letting our guests see how slick my cock was before pushing roughly back in. Her hands gripped the side of the bench to steady herself.
I repeated that over and over until slow wasn’t what I needed. I pounded into her, fucking her through an orgasm and not stopping, not even when she wanted to sit to ease the ache in her stomach. I leaned forward, holding my hand on her chest to keep her down. Shescreamed out, I moaned, not caring about being silent. I knew she wouldn’t shout my name, although I struggled not to call out hers.
“Harder,” she demanded.
Sweat rolled down my body as I pulled out of her. “Turn over,” I growled out the command, pleasuring myself while I waited.
Before she’d even rested down, I grabbed her ass and held it high. I plunged into her again, adding a finger to her asshole as I did. She held herself on her forearms and I wrapped my hand in her hair, I pulled her head back. I fucked her harder than I had before. Sweat stung my eyes, blinding me. My hair stuck to the back of my neck and it rolled down my body. She screamed out over and over and her voice bounced off the walls, driving me on faster and deeper. I removed my finger from her ass and held her hip, she was starting to shake, and I wasn’t sure how long she’d hold on.
She came so violently that she squirted over my cock. I let go of her hair and she rested her forehead on the bench.
“Oh my God,” she said, over and over.
Only then did I give in and my release came shortly after. I slumped over her back, desperate to catch my breath. I reached over to the wall and slammed my hand on a button. The glass would opaque, the show was over.
The red light switched off, which also indicated the sound was muted. I pushed myself up and kissed her back. She cried softly, exhausted from her orgasm.
“Stretch,” I said gently, and while she did, I dripped a soothing lotion over her skin. I smoothed the lotion over her, kissing it as I did.
She turned over and I repeated the process. She had placed her forearm over her eyes and pulled her arm away. I kneeled beside her.
“Hey,” I said, and she turned her head to look at me. I ran my thumb under her eyes to dry her tears.
“Oh my God,” she repeated and then chuckled. “Are they gone?” she asked.
“They can’t see us now,” I replied.
“I didn’t think about them, not once,” she said, and then chuckled.
“That’s good.”
“I don’t think I can stand,” she laughed as she spoke.
“Just rest, although, can you sit up?”
She did and winced as her pussy hit the leather. I handed her a bottle of water. I sat astride the bench facing her, and we just smiled at each other.
“I like that…thing,” she said, turning to look at the metal contraption.
“The rack,” I replied, laughing. “It swivels, obviously, but it can be raised, lowered, I can have yoususpended facedown, although I can’t imagine that’s comfortable.” I chuckled at the thought.
“Well, I like it,” she said. She reached forward and moved some hair from my forehead. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Although I’m not ticking that off the list just yet,” she added with a smirk.
I reached forward and removed her mask before my own. “We’ll keep these, I think,” I said.
When she felt her legs were steady, we headed to the en suite and showered. I wrapped the fluffiest of towels around her and for a moment we sat and let the air dry us. She pulled her hair into a topknot and then we dressed. She hesitated by the door.
“Lauren, I imagine they’re long gone,” I said. She got the shock of her life when she stepped out, however.
In the hallway, having just left next door, was the couple.
“Oh, crickey,” the woman said, holding her hands over her face. “You can’t see me,” she said, and then laughed.
Lauren laughed with her. “I was about to say the same.” She walked toward the woman and pulled her hands from her face.
