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Georgia felt those butterflies in her stomach again as she watched him climb the few steps up to the stage. He was so damn good-looking.
He took the little metal key out of his pocket and she grinned. She needed to come so badly, especially after what he had done to her this morning, leaving her need unrequited like that and her with no way to fulfill her desire.
Her pussy felt so bare and exposed when the belt came off and suddenly she was acutely aware that she was stark naked on a stage.
Jonathan whispered in Casey’s ear and she giggled and nodded. Then he was gone, standing off in the wings, watching.
“Stand still, Sweet Georgia,” Casey said, “so I can play with your little pussy just like Mr. Syler told me to.”
Finally. She was so ready to come she thought she might die from it.
Closing her eyes, Georgia let her head drop back with pleasure as Casey knelt in front of her, carefully parting her labia with her fingers. She was so amped up that any weirdness she might have felt about getting physical with her girlfriend was the farthest thing from her mind.
Casey was petting her slowly, barely making contact with her nether lips and avoiding her clit completely. Groaning, Georgia said, “More.”
“Naughty, naughty,” Casey said in a singsong voice. “Don’t you get it yet, Georgia?”
Georgia’s head snapped up and her eyes flew open as Jonathan came up behind her and held her against his muscular body, her naked flesh pressed against the fine silk of his tie and the soft cotton of his button-down shirt.
“I’m going to hold you here,” he murmured in her ear, his breath hot on her cheek, “while Casey teases you.”
“But,” Casey said, running her fingers over Georgia’s inner thighs, “I’m under strict orders not to let you climax.”
“No!” Georgia cried, struggling to free herself from Jonathan’s strong grasp. “You can’t do this to me, you gotta let me come, I need it.”
Jonathan held her tight and chuckled. “This will be good for you,” he said. “And good to watch.”
Vincent roared into the microphone, “Tease and denial, gentlemen, tease and denial! How much can Sweet Georgia take?”
Until he spoke, Georgia had almost forgotten she was getting paid for her performance. Oh hell, how bad could it be? She could take anything, right?
Or not. She gasped as Casey’s tongue flicked out and tapped her clit for one delicious moment before retreating into her mouth. After a moment the sensation subsided and out came her tongue again. Tap. Tap. Then nothing.
“Lift your leg,” Jonathan ordered, and Georgia laid her head back on his chest as she slowly raised one leg, just like she had learned in ballet class as a girl.
Jonathan grabbed hold of her calf, securing it in the crook of his arm, and she felt off balance, like a dancer in a strange pose—one leg on the floor, the other pointing to the stage lights in the rafters.
And now her pussy was completely open to Casey’s merciless ministrations.
“I have a surprise for you,” Casey said, and though Georgia couldn’t see her friend’s face when she turned to the audience, Georgia was sure Casey had just winked at the men. She was holding something up—what was it?
A feather? Oh no… a feather!
“Nooooo,” Georgia moaned when Casey touched the pointed quill tip to her clit, tickling her steadily without building up any rhythm. She squirmed desperately, writhing against Jonathan’s chest as the teasing continued. There was no pressure, no satisfaction to be gleaned from the maddening sensations overwhelming her nerve endings.
“Stop,” she cried, “I’ll die.” She bucked her hips as best she could in her awkward position, alternating between trying to gain further contact with the feather and trying to escape it.
Casey threw her head back and laughed. “No one ever died from not getting an orgasm, silly girl.” The men laughed appreciatively with her.
Damn her! Damn
Georgia felt those butterflies in her stomach again as she watched him climb the few steps up to the stage. He was so damn good-looking.
He took the little metal key out of his pocket and she grinned. She needed to come so badly, especially after what he had done to her this morning, leaving her need unrequited like that and her with no way to fulfill her desire.
Her pussy felt so bare and exposed when the belt came off and suddenly she was acutely aware that she was stark naked on a stage.
Jonathan whispered in Casey’s ear and she giggled and nodded. Then he was gone, standing off in the wings, watching.
“Stand still, Sweet Georgia,” Casey said, “so I can play with your little pussy just like Mr. Syler told me to.”
Finally. She was so ready to come she thought she might die from it.
Closing her eyes, Georgia let her head drop back with pleasure as Casey knelt in front of her, carefully parting her labia with her fingers. She was so amped up that any weirdness she might have felt about getting physical with her girlfriend was the farthest thing from her mind.
Casey was petting her slowly, barely making contact with her nether lips and avoiding her clit completely. Groaning, Georgia said, “More.”
“Naughty, naughty,” Casey said in a singsong voice. “Don’t you get it yet, Georgia?”
Georgia’s head snapped up and her eyes flew open as Jonathan came up behind her and held her against his muscular body, her naked flesh pressed against the fine silk of his tie and the soft cotton of his button-down shirt.
“I’m going to hold you here,” he murmured in her ear, his breath hot on her cheek, “while Casey teases you.”
“But,” Casey said, running her fingers over Georgia’s inner thighs, “I’m under strict orders not to let you climax.”
“No!” Georgia cried, struggling to free herself from Jonathan’s strong grasp. “You can’t do this to me, you gotta let me come, I need it.”
Jonathan held her tight and chuckled. “This will be good for you,” he said. “And good to watch.”
Vincent roared into the microphone, “Tease and denial, gentlemen, tease and denial! How much can Sweet Georgia take?”
Until he spoke, Georgia had almost forgotten she was getting paid for her performance. Oh hell, how bad could it be? She could take anything, right?
Or not. She gasped as Casey’s tongue flicked out and tapped her clit for one delicious moment before retreating into her mouth. After a moment the sensation subsided and out came her tongue again. Tap. Tap. Then nothing.
“Lift your leg,” Jonathan ordered, and Georgia laid her head back on his chest as she slowly raised one leg, just like she had learned in ballet class as a girl.
Jonathan grabbed hold of her calf, securing it in the crook of his arm, and she felt off balance, like a dancer in a strange pose—one leg on the floor, the other pointing to the stage lights in the rafters.
And now her pussy was completely open to Casey’s merciless ministrations.
“I have a surprise for you,” Casey said, and though Georgia couldn’t see her friend’s face when she turned to the audience, Georgia was sure Casey had just winked at the men. She was holding something up—what was it?
A feather? Oh no… a feather!
“Nooooo,” Georgia moaned when Casey touched the pointed quill tip to her clit, tickling her steadily without building up any rhythm. She squirmed desperately, writhing against Jonathan’s chest as the teasing continued. There was no pressure, no satisfaction to be gleaned from the maddening sensations overwhelming her nerve endings.
“Stop,” she cried, “I’ll die.” She bucked her hips as best she could in her awkward position, alternating between trying to gain further contact with the feather and trying to escape it.
Casey threw her head back and laughed. “No one ever died from not getting an orgasm, silly girl.” The men laughed appreciatively with her.
Damn her! Damn
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