Shadow Of The Master

An eBook By Jay Lawrence.

Tami watched as two of the girls entered the transparent box and water began to gush from a showerhead attached to its roof. It seemed to be soapy water as bubbles cascaded over the shoulders of the first young woman, a black girl with waist-length braids. Her skin resembled burnished mahogany and her legs were long and lean, the thigh muscles clearly defined. Smiling, she peeled the wet dress from her huge breasts and cupped them in hands which ended in long pointed fingernails. Rivulets of creamy water streamed over the ebony mounds. Her partner, a chubby blonde, eased the sopping dress over the black girl's hips, then down to her ankles. Then she crouched to slide the soaked garment from beneath her partner's transparent plastic stilettos. As she knelt at the black girl's feet, she began to lick the inner contours of the ebony thighs that pressed against her face. As she squatted, her own tiny skirt rode up over her broad buttocks to expose her bare bottom. Both girls began to writhe rhythmically to the throbbing beat of the music. Tami couldn't help herself. She became very moist, the sensation of arousal somehow intensified by the fact that she could not touch herself, her wrists being tightly bound. The black girl threw her head back, eyes closed in ecstasy, spine arched, the palms of her hands braced against the glass side walls of the box. The foaming water continued to course over her breasts, splashing onto the blonde's hair, which soon became dark and wet. The crouching girl's tongue moved slowly but steadily up her partner's thighs until her busy mouth reached the dusky inverted triangle of neatly clipped pubic hair. The black girl's mouth opened, exposing even white teeth. She licked her plump glossy lips then began to grind her hips against the blonde's face, her hands still pressed against the walls of the box. Her long purple nails scrabbled like the talons of a bird of prey upon the moist glass.

What is this? A gentlemen's club for one?

Tami felt the first soft flutters of an orgasm begin to play about the wet contours of her swollen pussy. She, who was always so controlled, could hardly help herself. The black girl was fucking the dripping blonde's face, her tight buttocks thrusting hard and fast like an athlete in training. Her eyes were still tightly closed, her mouth opened wide in a silent scream as she came, grasping her partner with her claw-like fingers and forcing the girl's head between her thighs as if she sought to swallow it deep within her magnificent, slick red cunt. Tami gasped. Like most young people, she had looked at pornography on the Net. It had interested her in a detached, almost intellectual way. She had admired the perfect airbrushed and augmented bodies of the naked girls and men in much the same way that she looked at Greek statues or oil paintings of nudes. This was different, real, and the animalistic quality of the act both shocked and aroused her as she'd never been thrilled before. The thudding rock beat faded out and another song segued into it, a more modernistic ambient piece. Tami watched as the black girl and the blonde stepped out of the shower box and it disappeared back down beneath the floor of the stage. Now a cage appeared in a different corner of the platform and two other girls moved towards it, one stepping slowly as if she were in a trance. This time the partners were a tall, strong-looking redhead with a mass of thick curly hair, and a tiny Asian girl whose enormous breasts looked like cruelly weighty appendages for such a slight form. Her dark eyes were like little empty pools as she entered the small barred enclosure, crouching on all fours like a panther. The cage was just big enough to hold her in that position but she could not stand up. The music rose and fell in complex layers of electronic sound as the redhead picked up a bullwhip. Tami tried to sit forward to watch more closely but her breasts hurt with the compression.

That is what I want to try. I want to be whipped.

The thought surprised her. She could not tear her gaze from the beautiful oriental girl who had crawled inside the cage like a lithe wildcat. Her position was such that her huge heavy breasts had already fallen out of the low-cut bodice and the tiny skirt was flipped up over her petite hips to expose her naked ass. Her creamy buttocks were already criss-crossed with crimson welts. Her entire body seemed wound-up with tension, as she anticipated the first lash of the redhead's whip.

"Are you enjoying the show?"

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